The way you looked across the bar
You must be a professional
Before this night is over
I’ll need the nearest confessional

The way you drive me crazy
It’s like a new kind of sin
The room is hotter than hell
So is your devilish skin

Call me a priest, call me a cop
Stuff like this ain’t legal
Get my keys out for the door
This night won’t be venial

Bouncing off the walls
Sweat pouring from our pores
The next question is
Who ends up on all fours?