This near romance, between us,
When we kiss I don't just taste lip gloss,
But a piece of you I would never eat.
A box of new butterflies,
From you to me,
With pink ribbon and everything.
Now it's compulsory, at least to me,
To audition my words before I speak,
I'm knotting tongues that isn't what you'd want.
A box of new butterflies,
From me to you,
But take this compass and map and clue.
In the fire,
Please, find a text,
A map of yours truly,
And I'll conquer you,
And the fire,
Please, find a text,
A map of yours truly,
And I'll conquer you.
With your shopping list, of positives,
That love that we act on or impulses,
Kiss me quick, the gental art of us
Under our sheets,
They'll find no, find no sleep
In the fire,
Please, find a text,
A map of yours truly,
And I'll conquer you,
And the fire,
Please, find a text,
A map of yours truly,
And I'll conquer you, I'll conquer you.
And kiss me quick, and kiss me now.
And I'll hold your sides forever.
And I'll hold your sides forever.
For you!
In the fire,
Please, find a map of yours truly,
I'll conquer you and,
And the fire,
I would give you the cold one
and then steal my heart,
But see that's the fun part,
And I'm all for you smiling,
Over and over again.
You're turning heads,
You're so beautiful,
You're waiting for me,
I'm nothing at all,
But I'm content,
And I'll conquer you.
You're turning heads,
You're so beautiful,
You're waiting for me,
I'm nothing at all,
But I'm content,
And I'll conquer you, I'll conquer you
And I'll conquer you, I'll conquer you.