I could move better if you would drop that beat
And had a different heart something that tasted sweet.
Back at the house the party’s loud
They’re trading shots of dirty scotch off her stomach
In a slow exchanged monologue
These looks catch me bitter and clean, a fix for something sweet
(She whispers)
I want your tongue in my mouth
Her hand on the small of my back
She says, «I know this place where we can go My boyfriend’s in back»
Back at the house the party’s loud
They’re trading shots of dirty scotch off her stomach
In a slow exchanged monologue till these look catch me Till these
looks come clean whisper something sweet