It's getting late and I'm sick of
Lipstick on my cheek bones
Feeling so frustrated that I think I want you more
Don't know why you're hesitating
So close god breathtaking
Why won't you come upstairs with me
Now we're closer closer
Not so talkative right now
Lips to lips, clothes on the ground yeah yeah
Put your hands down on my back and the smell of your perfume hell is pure madness
Is pure madness
I know you wanna take me
Home to your foreign state but
We've just been up in space so
That taste the smell desire
Can't stop I'm getting higher
Don't know your name no need to
Not so talkative right now
Lips to lips clothes on the ground yeah yeah
Put your hands down on my back and the smell of your perfume hell is pure madness
Pure madness
Is pure madness
Is pure madness
Madness
Is pure madness