Body Language

Feather boa on Friday night
The tempo of the music's right
I'm making sure I'm in your sight
Syncopated and stumbling words
The rhythm of your speech is slurred
I'm second guessing what I've heard

Inches apart, and throwing shapes
I wonder how to escalate
And get away from this crowd
Without escaping this sound

Inches apart, and throwing shapes
I know that I don't wanna wait
I feel your hand on my side
I feel a message implied

Your body speaks to me
A language fluent and free
Should I listen (listen)? Should I listen (listen)?
Your body speaks to mine
With words that curve from your spine
And I listen (listen), and I listen (listen)

I know the next morning when I wake up
I'll remember the curve of your lips
But through the fog and the throb of a hangover
I won't know whether we kissed

Every time I write lyrics about you
The phrases I use are the same
Is it because you are unique, remarkable?

The message I'm withholding is on the tip of my t-tongue
But I'm not gonna scream it from bottom or from top of lung
There's nothing gone unspoken that
can't be told through swivelling hips
It's only body language that can ever say as much as this

Your body speaks to me
A language fluent and free
Should I listen (listen)? Should I listen (listen)?
Your body speaks to mine
Wit words that curve from your spine
And I listen (listen), yeah, I listen (listen)

(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)
(Your body, your body)