just when i get over someone, i find myself on top of someone else.
slow them thumbs down
smelling like whiskey and moving like a criminal that ain't smooth
don't let your wits get drunk with you
or there's no coming back
slow down
we're moving too fast to recognize how slow we're really going
but i like the way your lips move
when they're on top of mine
and i know i'm supposed to be home
but please just let me unwind
right here, right now
let's relax, show me how
i can't get enough of you without giving you all of me
and when it's too good to be true
i know you're a breathing fantasy
right
left
up
down
bounce on it
and hit the town.
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