Texty

Hope that you understand If we break the spell we never go back again We're headed for hell Love it when ur teasing me You put it down easily Making my knees so weak Panting like a dog in here Sweat taste extra sweet (uh) I can't stop for more than a minute It's my body -- I need you in it There's no way we're turnin' this around (It's far too late) Just when I begin to keep the time (We syncopate) What are we doing in here? You're stripping me bare down to my favourite fear What can we take off next Haven't got much to say except for your name I'm thinking that that's ok Together we dance, stuck in a trance Putting me on display Can't afford to want you more 4 AM I'm at your door Gonna fuel the fire after hours I can't stop for more than a minute It's my body -- I need you in it There's no way we're turnin' this around (It's far too late) Just when I begin to keep the time (We syncopate) I can't stop for more than a minute It's my body -- I need you in it There's no way we're turnin' this around (It's far too late) Just when I begin to get the time (We syncopate)
Writer(s): Emma Lee, Julian Kaufman, Layla Kuriloff, Charles Kilgore, Sofia D Angelo, Jamee Lockard, Aidan Ludlam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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