Mureau — Bedroom Eyes

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That girl
I hear her voice from across the room
I see her body up close
Her sweat feels just like venom
I hope your boyfriend will never know
All things I wanna do to her
I trace the curves of her body
With my fingertips

We’ll spend our lives in the bedroom
Were gonna lock all the doors
She is the ghost of my hallways
My fingers tracing her movements

We slept in the same tiny bed
I covered all her corners
With my hands
I love to feel her on my skin

I love her sweat on my body
I am a secret she wants to keep
Folded in laundry
Tucked in the sheets

I love her body in my control
I love to feel her on my skin
She is my favorite Friday night
Shes got more curves than a canyon road

She calls when she wants something evil
Im glad to give her just what she needs
Take her straight to the bedroom floor
She stares at me with those bedroom eyes
Bedroom eyes,

We’ll spend our lives in the bedroom
Were gonna lock all the doors
She is the ghost of my hallways
My fingers tracing her movements