new jersey.
i think i'm hooked,
i think you're blessed,
with your coastline calling out like diamonds,
in the Eyes Of A Criminal...
your subliminal message.
i'd give a life to get washed up,
on that piece of cold atlanticism,
and the enthusiasm your inhabitants reside,
oh they make me want to dance.
it's like i'm sharing secrets,
with my bathroom mirror, behind this locked door.
this valley's starting to feel unkind.
there must be something in the water here,
so baby let's dance,
damn we've got the moves,
and damn do we have style.
my hands fit your hips like a puzzle piece,
and the poise you spread to me,
like a new disease, so your majesty...
please infect me.
like a midnight managerie,
you're something sweet, when it's needed the most.
i'm pretty sure you're as perfectly timed as one can get.
now i'm hiding in your closet,
while this fear is measured in its darkness,
our love is measured in anticipation,
i'm thirsty for it, are you craving it too?
but there's always a catch,
it's so high but in view,
i knew, you knew that too.