Bodies,
a body type
So heated,
crawling up feeling that rush
Calling all my need that
I'm feeling it
Middle of night,
crawling for miles Keeping the pace,
crossing the sights,
running
wild Breathing so close,
yeah,
caught in the floor
We're soaring back, starting to go, want no more
Dripping on that red skin Breathless fever racing
Restless pulling me in, close
Bodies,
a body type So heated,
crawling up feeling that rush
Calling all my need that I'm feeling it