Cradle me,
I'll cradle you.
I'll win your heart
With a whoop-a-woo,
Pulling shapes just for your eyes.
So with toothpaste kisses and lines
I'll be yours and you'll be…
Lay with me,
I'll lay with you
We'll do the things that lovers do,
Put the stars in our eyes.
And with heart-shaped bruises
And late-night kisses
Divine…
So with toothpaste kisses and lines…
Stay with me,
Stay with you,
Doing things that lovers do.
What else to do?