A glance can turn into words,
A small kiss into a mood,
And when we get out of hand,
We do what we shouldn't,
Your nibbles make goosebumps,
My kisses make sweet sighs,
And when we're found in the closet,
What will be our alibi,
An empty house is askin' for trouble,
Soon, on the bed, you'll be falling,
And while we make love,
We'll try to listen for sounds in the hallway.