So this is passion in a rather un-poetic fashion.
Sprawled across your bedroom floor entranced in
Fits of rage turned into air we're gasping.
And I'm held captive by your bodies precious prison.
Wrapped in lust filled blankets and the smell of ash in
The air and they tell me that this is passion.
And I'm raiding your life like this empty liquor cabinet.
I know we're flirting with disaster.
Because she likes it. Oh baby, I like it.
And I know, I know she likes it, when there's no time to breathe.
Baby blue eyes, I still smell you in my bedroom at night.
See your body when I close my eyes tight.
See you shutter as my hands graze your thighs.
Well this is all I've got.
So baby, baby am I all you want?
Because when the sun comes up, I'll, I'll be your favorite mistake.
And I'll leave you with the remnants
Short of breath and empty handed, feeling empty and unsatisfied.
To tell the truth it was all lies
Because she likes it. Oh baby, I like it.
And I know, I know she likes it, when there's no time to breathe.
It is tempting to walk out the door
It's hard when I'm looking at you when the lust is in total control.
So go, wrap your lips around me girl.
Now you know what you've gotten into.
How poetically placed we are now,
And I'm raiding your life like this empty liquor cabinet.
I know we're flirting with disaster.
Because she likes it. Oh baby, I like it.
And I know, I know she likes it, when there's no time to breathe.