It's funny how
You can touch my hand
And I can no longer focus
You're presence is blinding
I see only you
I can only think of the fact
Your hands are strong
But they make me weak
You're cupping the inside of my thigh
This party needs to end
So I can finally get you alone
Everyone seems gone from the room
But I can still hear the crowds roaring
I see only you
My pulse is screaming to be in sync with yours
darling, the day you looked at me
was the day I quit looking at anyone else