Текст песни
Headlights shine through the neon blinds. I'm standing here til you arrive.
Each car is a reminder you're not here.
My tongue's numb from every vodka sip, and there's a fire burning on my lip.
I'm craving your deepest touch tonight.
It's a passion, one you can't dance clean
And the fashion cuts so hard and mean
I'm aching for your body next to mine.
Something tells me I'm not made for this. I go weak every time we kiss.
I'm losing all my senses in this fling.
You say I haunt your dreams, and I'll go to all extremes
to run away and surrender to this thing.
It's a passion, one you can't dance clean
And the fashion cuts so hard and mean
I'm aching for your body next to mine.
It's a passion, one you can't dance clean
And the fashion cuts so hard and mean
I'm aching for your body next to mine.
It's a passion
It's a passion
I'm aching for your body next to mine.
It's a passion
I'm aching for your body next to mine.
It's a passion
