I want you to kiss me as though you’ve never breathed air like this before;
And I want you to slam your body against me after nervously shutting the front door.
I need your fingers holding me in place so that I don’t run away from something I want more than I can say;
And I need you to need me in the worst way.
I want us to break the rules and pretend for a moment that the world doesn’t exist;
I want you to tell me to forget the way they’ll look at us and get lost in the kiss;
Get lost in the sex, get lost in the love; get lost in everything we can’t get enough of;
And most importantly, touch each other as if we don’t give a fuck.
We’re just naughty people with naughty memories;
With naughty words for naughty stories.
Maybe tomorrow when we wake up we’ll reap what we sow;
Maybe tomorrow when we wake up and nobody knows;
Maybe tomorrow nothing changes and we’re no better off;
Hell, maybe tomorrow the sun never comes up.
But I know that I don’t care about the consequences today, so I won’t care tomorrow.
To hell with what we’ve reaped, to hell with what we’ve sewn.
These dirty secrets are the ones I love to own;
And I know you’re glad to have taken me home.