Everything moves in slo-motion when you enter the room and all my synapses are goin’ crazy for you and my only focus is the next time I’ll taste your lips and all the things I’ll do when I finally get you alone in your room. Guided by the moonlight that’s sneaking through your window, your breathing on my neck will set the evening’s tempo. Entangled in your hair, I’ve caught that lover’s stare. It’s the only one that ever got me there. So get me there. So let’s get that skirt down off your thighs. That’s been the only thing on my mind since you whispered in my ear, “This party sucks, let’s get the hell out of here.” Hair like fire, eyes like oceans. You haven’t got the slightest clue what your’e doin’ to me.

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