For the first time, I tasted your lips, You’re the glass from which, I would take a sip. Hold on tight to my waist, Don’t lose your grip. Because I’d take you from side to side, Knock you out like a bottle of wine. I warned you before, of course I tried. Now it’s your turn to draw the line. For the first time You tasted my lips Bodies are growing closer Don’t follow the script Enough running in circles We’re on a sinking ship