Well congrats, Isee you've learnt to dance
You're so drunk I'm ready for romance
Do you feel it's getting too intense
And your breasts seem bigger than before
And your eyes are asking for much more than a man could possibly ignore
For the first time and the last time I am yours
Tell me how am I supposed to make it work
Just keep asking me to pul your hair
I'll breathe you, I think I need no air
Is there anything you would not dare
And your legs seem longer than before
And your lungs are screaming for much more than a man could possibly explore
For the first time and the last time I am yours
Tell me how am I supposed to make it work