Passion

Headlights shine through the neon blinds. I'm standing here til you arrive. Each car is a reminder you're not here. My tongue's numb from every vodka sip, and there's a fire burning on my lip. I'm craving your deepest touch tonight. It's a passion, one you can't dance clean And the fashion cuts so hard and mean I'm aching for your body next to mine. Something tells me I'm not made for this. I go weak every time we kiss. I'm losing all my senses in this fling. You say I haunt your dreams, and I'll go to all extremes to run away and surrender to this thing. It's a passion, one you can't dance clean And the fashion cuts so hard and mean I'm aching for your body next to mine. It's a passion, one you can't dance clean And the fashion cuts so hard and mean I'm aching for your body next to mine. It's a passion It's a passion I'm aching for your body next to mine. It's a passion I'm aching for your body next to mine. It's a passion