Tekstovi: Xp8. She Says (verbose Rmx Assemblage 23).
She says, "Just let it" - She says, "Just let it hurt"
She says, "Just let it" - She says, "Just let it hurt"
I say, "I'm nervous" - She says, "you're perfect"
I say, "It'll hurt us" - She says, "just let it"
No words we're just dancing
Uncertain of what we're chancing
No chance of romancing
No touching, just glancing
Can't talk, I just listen - Just look at how she glistens
Don't move, or people talk - don't stop just walk
I stare hard at her lips - Lips I must not ever kiss
My body, her fingertips - Contact, some bliss
No words we're just dancing
Uncertain of what we're chancing
No chance of romancing
No touching, just glancing
She says, "Just let it" - She says, "Just let it hurt"
Can't talk, I just listen - Just look at how she glistens
Don't move, or people talk - don't stop just walk
I Stare hard at her lips - Lips I must not ever kiss
My body, her fingertips - Contact, some bliss
She knows that she scares me - I can't breathe, just barely
Does she feel the hurting - That comes with all the flirting?
Then it happens, we're kissing - Now we know what we were missing
I say, "I'm nervous" - She says, "you're perfect"
No words we're just dancing
Uncertain of what we're chancing
No chance of romancing
No touching, just glancing
She says, "Just let it" - She says, "Just let it hurt"
I say, "I'm nervous" - She says, "you're perfect"
I say, "It'll hurt us" - She says, "just let it"
No words we're just dancing
Uncertain of what we're chancing
No chance of romancing
No touching, just glancing
Can't talk, I just listen - Just look at how she glistens
Don't move, or people talk - don't stop just walk
I stare hard at her lips - Lips I must not ever kiss
My body, her fingertips - Contact, some bliss
No words we're just dancing
Uncertain of what we're chancing
No chance of romancing
No touching, just glancing
She says, "Just let it" - She says, "Just let it hurt"
Can't talk, I just listen - Just look at how she glistens
Don't move, or people talk - don't stop just walk
I Stare hard at her lips - Lips I must not ever kiss
My body, her fingertips - Contact, some bliss
She knows that she scares me - I can't breathe, just barely
Does she feel the hurting - That comes with all the flirting?
Then it happens, we're kissing - Now we know what we were missing
I say, "I'm nervous" - She says, "you're perfect"
No words we're just dancing
Uncertain of what we're chancing
No chance of romancing
No touching, just glancing