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And he's feeling his blood thin out
And this pulse we've built outside this epidermis
Keeps his charm en route

Pedals to the floor
Like my hips press to yours
There's a whisper from your lips, "Let's go"
You don't stand a chance

I'm as stealthy as a slow gas leak
By the time that you know you'll have succomb to me
I've never seen such a battle to open one door

You're batting eyes
As he's taking his time
As we're playing out the last notes
To your culling song

Pedals to the floor
Like my hips press to yours
There's a whisper from your lips, "Let's go"
You don't stand a chance

I'm a rush much like passing notes
'Cause I'm keeping the secrets
You'd all die to know
But have no shame
These boundaries called waistlines
Are bound to be broken sometime

And he's feeling his blood thin out
And this pulse we've built outside this epidermis