I like your eyes, I like your mouth
Crazy, it drives me crazy, the touch of your skin
your present, your past, I like it
I like everything, Everything I like, about you
I like your hands, when I greet you
And I sweat, I sweat nervously at the thought of being able to touch, your soul
I like your soul, your soul I like, I like you
I like to wake up thinking that you like me
Dreaming of you has become one of my greatest pleasures
I like everything, I like everything, about you
I like your style, somewhat messy
Sin, It'd be a sin not to be able to dream
Also, to be able to touch your body
Of body and soul, how I like you, I like you