Album: The First Collection
We don't kiss, we just lay there
I've got your nose in, in my hair
Hands on my hips and you're wondering:
Am I ticklish? Yes I'm ticklish
Everywhere you touched, everywhere you touched
It's morning, the alarm screams
You have to go soon, you have to get out of bed
It's cold when you move
This is torture, it's fucking horrible
You don't wanna leave, you don't wanna leave
We don't kiss, we just lay there
I've got your nose in, in my hair
Hands on my hips and you're wondering:
Am I ticklish? Yes I'm ticklish
Everywhere you touched
Everywhere you touched