Hey sweet thing I love the way you move
The way you romp on through which I could never do
Something about the way you hold a groove
It feels inside out
It feels like a dream I yearn to be lost in

Those curves never seem to end
That color always tends to mend
Whoever that is on the horizon
You're awfully good-looking

Velvet figure fading like a ruse
Amorphous body threw itself into the cryptic blue
Something is wrong - the way I see you pulse
I'm doing the most I can to catch up and figure you out

Those curves never seem to end
That color always tends to mend
Whatever that is on the horizon
It's awfully good-looking