Julien Funk look me up

I know it's a little cold outside this time of year.
But I love your baby face and your angel hair.
You look me up, I look you down,
And I realize, you don't know my name.
You don't know my name
And later on you're knocking on my door.
You take off your clothes and leave them on the floor.
Now there you are lying naked in front of me. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Hey, hey, hu!
I reminisce and sing.
I run my fingertips down the small of your back.
And feel those shivers sending dimples on your skin.
Just look at those eyes.
I reminisce and sing.