Falling In Style

Take it all slowly I'm a slave to the scent of your skin And you're so lovely Under the touch of my tongue And you bite your lips When you make that face Heaven between your hips I stand at the pearly gates I want everything you have to give to me So just give it to me And I wonder What you might be thinking Somewhere deep behind your eyes When I lay you down On the bed at night And you look back at mine Come to me late at night when no one's around I am the falling rain and you are the ground. --- Falling In Style - Glass Cloud