I love the way you put your lips on me,
like there's not enough time left in the world
for us to be everything we want to be.
I like the way you look at me under blue lights,
not a hint of disappointment in your eyes,
just you, me and the bass making the floor shake.
I love the way we dance together, when both
bodies and souls collide in the heavy heat of
the overcrowded area. Where it's hard to breathe.
So don't let go; a love so refined
"Let me touch you there," I want your rude love.
I like it when it gets dangerous, when you're
drunk and the lights are blurred and unreadable.
I love the way you put your lips on me, but I
don't love you. And I won't live another day for you.