Lyrics: Sophie Mcburnie
Music: Sophie Mcburnie
It's a Sunday night, half eleven
But you come through, baby
Kinda crazy time for a hook-up
But you drive me crazy
So I tidied up, put some music on
Edwards, maybe?
'Cause it sounds so good
With your big hands around my waist, ayy-ayy
Something just takes a hold of me
We're in my living room
Pull out the sofa-bed
You knock the candles over
I couldn't care a bit
I catch a look from you
We stop to take a breath
You're the beauty I'm beholding
Oh, yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Baby, baby, always quite the connection
We could live the dream and then some
How you touch me, boy
It melts apprehension
Taken over by the instincts
Just how bad I want it, want you
We're in the living room
You've just come back again
What is it, number five?
We're always in the mood
And that's 'cause we're the best
I'm glad I made you mine
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah
Sex dreams do come true, ooh-ooh-ah-ah