Your words, they work up temptation Look what your lips made me do I wanna touch you all over You wanna talk till we're black and blue Wearing that tobacco fragrance Tom Ford got nothing on you I wanna settle this right now You wanna serve me that countersuit
I'm not tryna fight Or patronize I just wanna know
Why can't we put, put it to bed? Let me get close to you, I know you want it too-too-too Put, put it to bed Let me get close to you, the way I'm supposed to do-do-do Standing in separate corners Taking our time with the torture Why can't we put, put it to bed? Let me get close to you, the way I'm supposed to do-do-do
I'm masochistic, I claim it This friction keeps us entwined But I wanna let it go right now You wanna mess with my fuckin' vibe
I'm not tryna fight Or patronize I just wanna know
Why can't we put, put it to bed? Let me get close to you, I know you want it too-too-too Put, put it to bed Let me get close to you, the way I'm supposed to do-do-do Standing in separate corners Taking our time with the torture Why can't we put, put it to bed? Let me get close to you, the way I'm supposed to do-do-do
You and I, we're just going in circles Going in circles again And I don't understand Why you don't wanna undress this mess, oh
Why can't we put, put it to bed? Let me get close to you, I know you want it too-too-too Put, put it to bed (put it to bed) Let me get close to you (yeah) , the way I'm supposed to do-do-do Standing in separate corners (oh, oh) Taking our time with the torture Why can't we put (why can't we) , put it to bed? Let me get close to you, the way I'm supposed to do-do-do
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Compositores: Nicholas Oliver Ruth, James John Abrahart Jr (Jhart) ECAD: Obra #19016663