The sweat soaks his shirt   And he's feeling his blood thin out   And this pulse we've built outside this epidermis   Keeps his charm en route      Pedals to the floor   Like my hips press to yours   There's a whisper from your lips, "Let's go"   You don't stand a chance      I'm as stealthy as a slow gas leak   By the time that you know you'll have succomb to me   I've never seen such a battle to open one door      You're batting eyes   As he's taking his time   As we're playing out the last notes   To your culling song      Pedals to the floor   Like my hips press to yours   There's a whisper from your lips, "Let's go"   You don't stand a chance      I'm a rush much like passing notes   'Cause I'm keeping the secrets   You'd all die to know   But have no shame   These boundaries called waistlines   Are bound to be broken sometime