Your fingertips are such a kink
your fingertips run faster than a Benzy
So let's race it to the back seat
let's race it to the back seat
Red velvet, blue jeans,
rough denim, soft skin. A manufactured luxury
that makes me thirsty seven days a week
it feels like our bodies were stitched together by design
But oh! how did your touch became so tailored to mine?
I know, I know, I know, I know this is mutual
I know, I know, I know, I know...
Your skins is high couture
perfectly confectioned to me
It's my size, my colour It's my size my size, my colour.
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