The way you move
The things you do
The sway of your hips
The taste of your lips
You're spread eagle tied
Your pleasured cries
Are quiet consent
Of my intent
You lead me here
With no fear
And how you look up
As you go down
Let's kill the lights
And lock the door
Let's go to war
On the floor
On the floor
On the floor
Gasping for breath
And now we reflect
We're prurient
Not innocent
The clothes mark our path
Together we laugh
At inside jokes
Sharing a smoke
Sharing a smoke
Sharing a smoke