Having your eyes should be illegal
and also when you look you only inspire sin
that odd playful smile a lethal temptation
it's a skill for killing if you know how.
You have armed yourself with the perfect way
to put me in agony -- such a slow death
as your mouth bursts violently
into my mouth like lightning, a storm.
Your hands heat up my skin just by touching it;
My hands playfully get to know your back
with complete calmness, lengthening
the joy of my exploration towards your butt.
And there is nothing more than a single version,
A single complete show of perfection.
You light up the room with your neon glow
and so I easily loosen a last button, and I think:
Only twelve o'clock and no voices are heard
only fine moaning, sounds of enjoyment
for closing the evening on a high note
I get to your ear and whisper this chorus:
That was nothing. I'm already confident, sweetheart
If you give me the morning
I will carry you all night (x2)
Your hands heat up my skin just by touching it;
My hands playfully get to know your back
with complete calmness, lengthening
the joy of my exploration towards your butt.
And there is nothing more than a single version,
A single complete show of perfection.
You light up the room with your neon glow
and I, stunned, enjoy the game
That was nothing. I'm already confident, sweetheart
If you give me the morning
I will carry you all night (x2)
I will carry you all night (x4)