Christian the Composer

Christian the composer, do you want to come over?

I'd be glad to be your muse

Keepin' my composure, but sweat is spillin' over

I know my cheeks don't need more rouge

"What's goin' on with you?"

He asks as I look to the curves and the planes of his chest

"I'm scared of how you move"

I tell him with blind truth

What's a woman supposed to do?

Christian, how do you write the words you do?

Christian, how do you move?

Stolen nights with you feel so silky smooth

Parisian lovers in a private room

Christian the composer, your lyrics speak to lovers

Your words come from romance's tongue

Hopelessly inspired, your accent is Ohio

And I'm subdued with just one touch

Your tattered leather shoes

Are just a part of you

My cheeks don't need no rouge

Christian, how do you write the words you do?

Christian, how do you move?

Stolen nights with you feel so silky smooth

Parisian lovers in a private room

Paris nights are soaked in gold

And with you, I am safe from the cold

You can paint me

You can read me

If you want to, hide in my walls

Christian, how do you write the words you do?

Christian, how do you move?

Stolen nights with you feel so silky smooth

Parisian lovers in a private room

If you want to, hide in my walls