Dim the lights

No don't talk

Brass mirrors on my wall

All the sheets are on the floor, and i wonder how it feels at the end

Telling lies, making sin

Ending up more than friends

All while we, dent the walls and bend the frames

Always wet but hardly clean

Never sleep, you'd do the same

Lock the doors and pull the shades

In the dark or bright as day

At your home or on the way

Standing up or we can lay

Lock the doors and pull the shades

Golden tan, head to feet

In your car on the street

Plack to park

Push back the seat

All while we, dent the walls and bend the frames

Always wet but hardly clean

Never sleep, you'd do the same

Lock the doors and pull the shades

In the dark or bright as day

At you home or on the way

Standing up or we can lay

Lock the doors and pull the shades.