It's his face, it's his hands

It's the rings he wears

It's the books that he reads

And the way he stares

It's just the way he is

It's just the way he is

It's just the way he is

It's the wine, it's his clothes

On my bedroom floor

It's my head on his chest

And my thoughts that roar"Just try to play it cool""God, it's so hard to do""Why's it so hard with you?"

Ah, whatcha doing?

Ah, where's this going babe?

Ah, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing to me now, to me?

Ah, whatcha doing?

Ah, where's this going babe?

Ah, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing to me now, to me?

I'll take you wherever

You wanna go

We could go to the moon

Or just to the store

'Cause what's a girl what to do?

Yeah, what's a girl to do

With a guy like you?

You tell me I'm a work of art

Say I'm finer than a Basquiat

So, take me out just to take me home

And pin me to your bedroom wall

Whatcha doing?

Ah, where's this going babe?

Ah, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing to me now, to me?

Whatcha doing?

Ah, where's this going babe?

Ah, whatcha doing?

I'm happy like a kid

None of my thoughts make sense

What's this urge to make a wedding board on Pinterest?

I've lost all sense of time

Can't fucking sleep at night

Not 'til you go down

And you slow my mind

Whatcha doing?

Where's this going, baby?

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing to me now?

Whatcha doing?

Where's this going, babe?

Whatcha doing?

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah

Oh, whatcha doing

Whatcha doing

Whatcha doing, ah