Dark

fell into you in the dark

the static moment, your fingertips

my hands your hips all night

Lips

I love the taste of your lips

Your body moving in

Close to me your energy inside

Turn me around i’m caught in your storm

A tidal wave pull me from the shore

I want the wrong kind of good stuff

You got the right kind of bad love

Got me electric i feel the charge

Burning me up go sound the alarm

I want the wrong kind of good stuff

You got the right kind of bad love

Hands

We’re only bodies and hands

And when you’re touching me

Time just stops the ticking clock

Unwinds, rewinds again

Turn me around i’m caught in your storm

A tidal wave pull me from the shore

I want the wrong kind of good stuff

You got the right kind of bad love

Got me electric i feel the charge

Burning me up go sound the alarm

I want the wrong kind of good stuff

You got the right kind of bad love

You’re like a cigarette

I just need to take a hit

I put you to my lips

Over and over again

I try to catch my breath

But i’m just breathing you in

You got the right kind of bad love

Turn me around i’m caught in your storm

A tidal wave pull me from the shore

I want the wrong kind of good stuff

You got the right kind of bad love

Got me electric i feel the charge

Burning me up go sound the alarm

I want the wrong kind of good stuff

You got the right kind of bad love