The sweat soaks his shirt

and he's feeling his blood thin out

and thie pulse we've built outside this epidermis keeps his charm en route


pedals to the floor

like my hips press to yours

there's a whisper from your lips "lets go"

you don't stand a chance


i'm as stealthy as a slow gas leak

by the time that you know you'll have succomb to me

i've never seen such a battle to open one door


you're batting eyes

as he's taking his time

as we're playing out the last notes to your culling song


pedals to the floor

like my hips press to yours

there's a whisper from your lips "lets go"

you don't stand a chance


I'm a rush much like passing notes

cos i'm keeping the secrets you'd all die to know

but have no shame

these boundaries called waistlines are bound to be broken sometime