Oh my god is this love?
And do you feel it pulsing deep inside your lungs
And do you hang on every glance now just because
….just because

You got me clinching my teeth
And can I get you to get off right here with me
I'd hate to have you hot and bothered in your seat
C'mon and get off with me

Hey pretty baby with your tongue in your cheek
I swear you got me aching like i'm begging to see
I promise i wont bite you unless you're into that sort of thing

I give as good as I take
And I don't know you, but I know that I can't wait
Because I feel it sometimes now in awful ways
And I can't wait

Hey pretty baby with your tongue in your cheek
I swear you got me aching like i'm begging to see
I promise i wont bite you unless you're into that sort of thing

And if you want more, why don't you say so
Give up that ghost and go climb on under me
And if you want, love, why don't you say so
Because to me it just stays a mystery

Oh my god is this love?
And do you feel it?
Don't be shy girl
Let me inside your world

Hey pretty baby with your tongue in your cheek
I swear you got me aching like i'm begging to see
I promise i wont bite you unless you're into that sort of thing


Lyrics submitted by lioninthemane

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