Music: Timothy Clarke/Kate Earl/Tam Nightingale/Matt Prime
My boy is mad hot
One touch I'm shell-shocked
Makes my heart Foxtrot
Non-stop, could've been a one night stand
Oh man, could've been a passing thing
Just a little boom boom bang
But we keep going again, going again
Oh!
This heat it won't stop
He makes me jackpot
Our eyes are blood-shot, dumb-struck
Think we've got a perfect ten
Oh man
And every bit of luck we can,
'Cos I got my Ace in hand
Can we go round again, round again?
This must be love
'Cos every night our words are tongue-tied up
Pillow talk just sounds like double Dutch
Like we drank too much, yeah once we touch
Oh woah oh oh
Words come out like...
...
I scoop that ice cream, he licks the plate clean
No time just more please, striptease
Wanna another helping hand oh man
Polish every room we can
Yeah we gotta do the damn thing
Keep ya mama coming again, coming again...
This must be love
'Cos every night our words are tongue-tied up
Pillow talk just sounds like double Dutch
Like we drank too much, yeah once we touch
Oh woah oh oh
Words come out like...
...
Oh dang, money in the bank
Every time I walk I'm on my way yeah
That fame standing in the rain
Drivin'every woman insane yeah
My fingers followin'a tattoo of the angel wings
This devil starts to grin 'cause I'm his favorite kind of sin
This must be love
'Cos every night our words are tongue-tied up
Pillow talk just sounds like double Dutch
Like we drank too much, yeah once we touch
Oh woah oh oh
Words come out like...
...