Between the concrete walls
Lights would seem to brawl
Moving in. Into your skin, creating a long haul
Your legs would draw the line
My hands would tease your spine
Our encounter will be heard just fine
Out of my window while we align
In any case your goosebumps drive me to the point
In which I turn electric impulse into moans
Same rules apply to every fantasy we clone
It's pleasure we are seeking after all
Inside the room we fall
Into a tainted helpless stall
Indulging lips and fingertips. This is our last call
Your legs would draw the line
My hands would tease your spine
Our encounter will be heard just fine
Out of my window while we align
In any case your goosebumps drive me to the point
In which I turn electric impulse into moans
Same rules apply to every fantasy we clone
It's pleasure we are seeking after all
Out of my window
Out of my window