Your fingertips are such a kink
Your fingertips run faster than a Benzy
So let's race it to the back seat
Let's race it to the back seat
Red velvet, blue jeans,
Rough denim, soft skin. A manufactured luxury
That makes me thirsty seven days a week
It feels like our bodies were stitched together by design
But oh! how did your touch became so tailored to mine?
I know, I know, I know, I know this is mutual
I know, I know, I know, I know...
Your skins is high couture
Perfectly confectioned to me
It's my size, my colour It's my size my size, my colour.
