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Everything moves in slo-motion when you enter the room and all my synapses are goinâ crazy for you and my only focus is the next time Iâll taste your lips and all the things Iâll do when I finally get you alone in your room. Guided by the moonlight thatâs sneaking through your window, your breathing on my neck will set the eveningâs tempo. Entangled in your hair, Iâve caught that loverâs stare. Itâs the only one that ever got me there. So get me there. So letâs get that skirt down off your thighs. Thatâs been the only thing on my mind since you whispered in my ear, âThis party sucks, letâs get the hell out of here.â Hair like fire, eyes like oceans. You havenât got the slightest clue what yourâe doinâ to me.