Erotic City Nights
When the woods are dark, it's easy to get lost.
People don't see the animals at night.
Take a look behind the buildings & the walls
& you might see these creatures take flight.
Hope like fire burning, steam builds heat inside,
find your shelter, erotic city nights.
Flesh tastes like fantasy, wet on the lips,
we get stuck in the motion.
Paint the walls for the others, we can walk right through.
So don't hit the lights, erotic city nights.
Rain surrounds, it always did come down,
burns a hole so deep beneath the streets.
And here we found on not so solid ground,
shelter, shelter in the heat.
Whistle my name as we grind, like creatures of the night.
Roman candles light up your face.
When the woods are dark, don't hit the lights.
Instinct has sealed our fate.
Pressures rising, steam builds heat inside.
Find your shelter, you know its such a scene, find your shelter.
Flesh tastes like fantasy, wet on the lips,
we get stuck in the motion.
Paint the walls for the others, we can walk right through.
So don't hit the lights, erotic city nights.
Feel the water move beneath, feel the rapture in the deep.
And we tumble in the fall, lost in the passion of it all.
Don't it feel good to you?
Riding the wave...
Erotic city nights.
People don't see the animals at night.
Take a look behind the buildings & the walls
& you might see these creatures take flight.
Hope like fire burning, steam builds heat inside,
find your shelter, erotic city nights.
Flesh tastes like fantasy, wet on the lips,
we get stuck in the motion.
Paint the walls for the others, we can walk right through.
So don't hit the lights, erotic city nights.
Rain surrounds, it always did come down,
burns a hole so deep beneath the streets.
And here we found on not so solid ground,
shelter, shelter in the heat.
Whistle my name as we grind, like creatures of the night.
Roman candles light up your face.
When the woods are dark, don't hit the lights.
Instinct has sealed our fate.
Pressures rising, steam builds heat inside.
Find your shelter, you know its such a scene, find your shelter.
Flesh tastes like fantasy, wet on the lips,
we get stuck in the motion.
Paint the walls for the others, we can walk right through.
So don't hit the lights, erotic city nights.
Feel the water move beneath, feel the rapture in the deep.
And we tumble in the fall, lost in the passion of it all.
Don't it feel good to you?
Riding the wave...
Erotic city nights.
Credits
Writer(s): Rhodri John Thomas, Derek Gruen, Xavier Othello Smith
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