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sensation (raw)

all we'll need is the light from the street lamps
i'll take your hand in mine
and barefoot
our feet on the pavement
we'll make the city ours

teach you to tango
while i do the cha cha
we won't need storms because
babe, you're electric

spin me 'round,
oh, we're made of wind and fire
the only things that ever mattered
red heat blazing

going, going, going,
gone

i'll leave you desperate to catch your breath
wondering / wandering
just a child / straight fire
racing through the night

unnameable, uncontrollable
wildfire
set me quivering, gasping, begging
or let me go.

here i go.

no soft poem,
one wild ride,
they'll never know what we'll do.
set the city on fire / no kiss and tell to be found

you'll be gripping those sheets
aching, aching, aching.

a firecracker in a toy shop
no end in sight
not over until i say it's over
yeah, you better listen closely.

i'll get you thinking
real hard about what you'll do next

you said you'd give me something to think about
well you definitely did
this ain't the end, my friend
we're just getting started.

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