Softly I'm climbing up your thighs on a Sunday morning Slowly, but surely You're filling up my cup while you're lying there before me And I flow so easily I wanna be the one who make you Take it all the way And I wanna be the one to take you To that higher plane Your mouth, half open And the fear that my lips are broken And the skin on your chin is bruising Someone on the outside might think that we're using But girl, let there be no confusion I wanna be the one who make you Take it all the way And I wanna be the one to take you there To that higher plane