There's a hand painted sky

Out tonight, out tonight

And it's perfect, perfect

Perfect for love, perfect for us



Yeah, us

And as the night air cooled

The beads of perspiration

From my bow



I trembled in expectation

Of what is to come

When lips touch lips

And tongue meets tongue



Lips touch lips

And tongue meets tongue

My roaming hands

Begin to explore



Ask for more, ask for more

And as the night air called

The beads of perspiration

From my bow



I trembled in expectation

Of what is to come

Until my skin presses against your skin

And everything begins to peak

Slowly, gently, you thrust me deep.