Lyrics
Curtain's blown back
Dust on the floor
Forgotten footsteps lead to a bedroom door
Now clothes are food for
Lust and desire
The small of your back
It starts to perspire
The whites of your eyes they are all I see
The feel of your skin is a mystery
And what you're doing is what I need
Will is imposed
Means to an end
Fate pulled the trigger
Now we're not just friends
The whites of your eyes they are all I see
The feel of your skin is a mystery
And what you're doing is what I need
The whites of your eyes they are all I see
The feel of your skin is a mystery
And what you're doing it is what I need
I said what you're doing is what I need
It's what I need
It's what I need
It's what I need
It's what I need
It's what I need