(C. Woodsmith) Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes Make love with the window open So everybody knows That were finding a new pastime, without any of our clothes Im drinking in your skin dear, like nobody else knows Come back to bed dear, I want you the most Of any of my vices, you exorcise my ghosts I let go of my body, I let go of my soul Im nothing in your arms dear, thats what I love the most Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes Make love with the curtains open So everybody knows That were finding a new pastime, that cant be put to prose Im nothing in your arms dear, thats what I love the most