Dark
fell into you in the dark
the static moment, your fingertips
my hands your hips all night
Lips
I love the taste of your lips
Your body moving in
Close to me your energy inside
Turn me around i’m caught in your storm
A tidal wave pull me from the shore
I want the wrong kind of good stuff
You got the right kind of bad love
Got me electric i feel the charge
Burning me up go sound the alarm
I want the wrong kind of good stuff
You got the right kind of bad love
Hands
We’re only bodies and hands
And when you’re touching me
Time just stops the ticking clock
Unwinds, rewinds again
Turn me around i’m caught in your storm
A tidal wave pull me from the shore
I want the wrong kind of good stuff
You got the right kind of bad love
Got me electric i feel the charge
Burning me up go sound the alarm
I want the wrong kind of good stuff
You got the right kind of bad love
You’re like a cigarette
I just need to take a hit
I put you to my lips
Over and over again
I try to catch my breath
But i’m just breathing you in
You got the right kind of bad love
Turn me around i’m caught in your storm
A tidal wave pull me from the shore
I want the wrong kind of good stuff
You got the right kind of bad love
Got me electric i feel the charge
Burning me up go sound the alarm
I want the wrong kind of good stuff
You got the right kind of bad love
