
think about it till anticipation makes you shake
and we both lose control.
put the pedal to the floor, lay the seat back, lock the doors,
we're gonna make this worth our while.
it's getting harder to breathe.
your lips are a hot flame, baby and our chemistry is kerosene.
as we kiss to the sound of your stereo, don't say a word.
i won't say a word.
don't treat this like a secret,
just keep it quiet while we know that we could tear best friends apart,
with all the lies we've told.
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