Maybe you know You should, cos it shows Got me looking at your lips See through your clothes I hold you goodbye just a little too long We don't act like it's wrong
Say where you've been You look to the side Not in the eyes, no not in his eyes anymore His eyes
I know the secret, skins you alive But the heart is chosen
All that I want Is to pick you up and out of that dress Carry you to that desk And feel the sin of your flesh It's all that I want
Arching your back With that look on your face All that I needs an hour and space When did it change I guess when we started sweeping under carpets I talk you to sleep And no one will know He hasn't a heart so he can't change your soul anymore, your soul
I know the secret, skins you alive But the heart is chosen
All that I want Is to pick you up and out of that dress Carry you to that desk feel the sin of your flesh Now I confess Do you think of me less Get it off your chest But if you wear that dress You do what you want
And I wanna tear your clothes off, baby But you'd be homeless in your heart
All that I want Is to pick you up and out of that dress Carry you to that desk feel the sin of your flesh Now I confess Do you think of me less Get it off your chest But if you wear that dress You do what you want
Compositores: Flynn Francis (Francis Mondrian) (APRA), Robert Peter Williams (Robbie Williams) (PRS), Timothy Grant Metcalfe (APRA)Editores: Farrell Music Ltd. (PRS), Dr Zeuss Music (ASCAP)Publicado em 2012 (01/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #7049613 e fonograma #2930712 em 12/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM