An obsession to feel how you turn on,
to know your intimacy.
An obsession to go up the slope
of your back towards eternity.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... I want to see your clothes fall down.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... you're like a magnet.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... you drive my will... wherever you are.
An obsession to know your weaknesses,
to decipher what's behind.
To relentlessly waste my time over your body
and to start all over again.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... I want to see your clothes fall down.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... you're like a magnet.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... your hips moving,
they stroll by killing me.
I'm groping while searching for the traces of your skin.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... I want to see your clothes fall down.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... you attract me like a magnet.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... you know well you'll disarm me.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... come on, release the passion, woah, woah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... I imagine your nudity.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... I can't wait any longer.
Oh, oh, oh, oh... your hips moving,
they stroll by killing me
and I'm dying of thirst.
You have the key to my sentence, come... oh, woman.