All my sins burned out
How to get again?
And now we seem a few high or more than before
A little bit of lubricant now
All your hands working in perfect time
You put me in a trance, oh
Maybe we could do it again...
All of me makes a sound
Every single piece makes a sky fuss
Maybe we could do it again...
All my sins burned out
How to get again?
And now we seem a few high or more than before
A little bit of lubricant now
All your hands working in perfect time
You put me in a trance, oh
Maybe we could do it again...
All of me makes a sound
Every single piece makes a sky fuss
Maybe we could do it again...
Oh, sky fuss
Uh, sky fuss
Yeah, baby
Sky fuss
Oh, baby
Sky fuss
All your hands working in perfect time
You put me in a trance, oh
Maybe we could do it again...
All of me makes a sound
Every single piece makes a sky fuss
Maybe we could do it again...