The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine
The way your eyes dissolve, then lock up tight with mine
The sweetness of your skin that takes my love and pulls me in
And all the memories that begin
And end with you, then flood back once again
And the rest is not a mystery
All things being equal
The best plot is a love story
And here comes the sequel
And the rest is history
The sound your breathing makes when you are satisfied
The shape your body takes when you are by my side
The angle of the light that strokes us in the afternoon
The way I hold on tight as if my life depended on you
And in my way I try to be
Someone with affection
The future's not a certainty
It's only a direction
And the rest is history
Mmh, yeah
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby)
The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine (patter down my spine)
The way your eyes dissolve, then lock up tight with mine (lock up tight with mine)
The angle of the light that strokes us in the afternoon
The way I hold on tight as if my life depended upon you
And the rest is not a mystery
All things are equal
The best plot is a love story
And here comes the sequel
And in my way I try to be
Something of an equal
The future's not a certainty
But here comes the sequel
And the rest is history, oh yeah
And the rest is history, mmh
And the rest is history
Mmh, yeah
(Baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah)
(Baby, baby, baby, baby) The rest is history
(Baby, baby, baby, baby) The rest is history
