The hands, they touch
The legs, they brush
The clothes, they fall
There's no stopping now.
The love, it grows
The passion, it flows
The lips, they kiss
There's no stopping now.
The knees, they shake
The backs, they ache
The hands, they hold
There's no stopping now.
The waves, they crash
The nails, they scratch
The breath, it holds
There's no stopping now.
