You're dressing like a Sunday morning
And your eyes look like, little islands in the light
Hazel and light green
On white sheets
You're grinning like a Friday night
And you're smiling like
You know what you like, I think I do know you well
I know you well
We come alive in the evening
With heat and wet skin
And our bodies are tossed
And turned, tangled up in it
I come alive when you tease me
With heat and wet skin
Flesh and bone turned
Flesh and bone turned