Closer.

I think I had about it
Intimacy is the devils communication
I don't know why it's so hard to understand

She was type to lie
Skin on skin
Who is him?
Last night I cry
I tried to get you out of my mind

I need your
I need the taste of your skin
Just need your
I need the taste of your skin
I need
Darling I need
Need the taste of your skin

I lay down right beside you
I know your body like the back of my hand
What a shame you don't try to understand me

She was type to lie
Skin on skin
Who is him?
Last night I tried
I cried that heart was mine

I need your
I need the taste of your skin
Just need your
I need the taste of your skin
Oh darling I need
I need
I need the taste of your skin
Darling I need



Credits
Writer(s): Emmett Jones Toutant
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