You're a rhapsody in jeans
You're an orgasm on the verge
Oh, you remind me of an absinthe high
Here, behind the stairs, you're in the air
Oh, if I aim to please
Will you aim to repeat me?
Hint of orgies and mirrors
You're into late night trysts
Naked when you're clothed
And I admit
I really
Really want to sleep with you
In your presence
I'm choking when I'm drowning
And when I'm out of breath
Nothing is so hot
Nothing is so hot or
So wet
As the atmosphere
I never should have left
Oh, I never should have had
I never would have wanted anything so badly
I never would have followed
I never would have danced
I would not have seduced
If you had not entranced
I craved, and I wasted, I hunted, I starved
In a backdoor, dime store, motels-could-be-too-good-for-me kind of way
Hint of orgies and mirrors
You're into late night trysts
Naked when you're clothed, and I admit
I really
Really want to sleep with you
In your presence
I'm choking when I'm drowning
And when I'm out of breath
Nothing is so hot
Nothing is so hot or
So wet as the atmosphere
You're a rhapsody in jeans
You're an orgasm on the verge
Oh, you remind me of an absinthe high
Here, behind the stairs, you're in the air
Oh, if I aim to please
Will you aim to repeat me?
I never should have left
Oh, I never should have had
I never would have wanted anything so badly, I
Never would have followed
I never would have danced
I would not have seduced
If you had not entranced
I craved, and I wasted, I hunted, I starved
I am the stuff that nightmares become, the echo
After the anger is gone