2 AM knocking on my door
I know exactly what you’re here for
The wine is already getting cold
C’mon, show me your skin of white gold

You're already catching fire
I'll hug your last desire
Smoking a weird cigarette
You're a good kind of brunette

If you have nothing left to say
You’re supposed to kiss me, girl
(Supposed to kill me, girl)

What's that mark on your shoulder?
It seems to be riding
Are you practicing boulder?
Or is it the old friend paragliding?

It's still 3AM
Can’t hide your left thigh?
You leave my apartment
One sock lowered and one sock high

Do not take too long time
(You’re supposed to kiss me, girl)
If you have nothing left to say
(You’re supposed to kiss me, girl)

I’ll leave the door unlocked
Your outgoing call is blocked
Yeah, you leave your room locked
Do not want a friction-blocked

You're already catching fire
I'll hug your last desire
Smoking a weird cigarette
You're a good kind of brunette
Just forget the pen and the letraset
Girl, you know, it’s too late for sex