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Passion Club


If I make a move, you'll be gone for sure. Join your passions with mine.

If I make a move, you’ll be gone for sure. Join your passions with mine.

Kept my finger on the pulse of your pleasure.
I can tell just what you want.
If I make a move, you’ll be gone for sure.
Sent into the stratosphere & beyond.
I need your mind & body here so I can carry on.
So forgive me if I tease you a little more.

I like pushing your buttons.
Let’s find out what this one does.
Open yourself to me & I will let myself in.
Take me in & I will set your body free.
Don’t be afraid to fall.
Come with me, if you’re ready to live.
Join your passions with mine.

Shouldn’t take me too long to get you loving.
I’ll turn you out like I’m flipping through pages.
Read between the lines, without a single word said.
Turn you on so I can enjoy the show.
Raise the volume so I can hear you go.
Loud & clear love, I’ll give you what you’re looking for.

Oh sweet lady, you’ve been thinking of me.
And now that I’m here you have nothing to say.
Did I leave you at a loss for words?
When I push up on you, I’m sure you’ll have something to say.
Pump, pump, pump, pump it.
I think she’s ready to blow.
You try to fight it, although you’re closer than ever before.
Let go as you hold on to me.

With just one kiss your passion is burning bright.
Yearning to expose me to what you’re all about.
Your burning flames are wet with desire.
Make me feel something that I can’t find out there.
Join your passions with mine.

I almost left you where you lay.
You say you still need me.
Better circle back around with this finger of mine, so I can chase your every desire.
You’re not finished with me yet.
There goes another day.
We could make this last forever.
Join your passions with mine.

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Inch By Inch


I want to touch somebody that won’t turn me away.
I want to see somebody that looks at me the same way.
I want to be wanted the second that I’m in your vicinity.

I’m about an inch away from stealing your breath away.
Let it all go, I’ll put it to good use.
You can measure the coming attraction by counting your pulse.
Heart skipping beats like dropouts cus we never learn when we’re both in attendance.

You want company when you want warmth.
You want to talk when you haven’t heard from me in a while.
You want to be wanted around the clock, but I’m not on call.

I’m this close to taking you for a ride tonight.
Hold on tight, I don’t want to lose you along the way.
Speed is not an issue when I’m into you.
There are no brakes, I cut the cables.
We’ll stop when we die.

The closer we get the farther I’ll take you.
I’m about an inch away from stealing your breath away.
I’m this close to taking you for a ride tonight.
Feel your pulse against by body.
We’ll stop when we die.

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Trouble


There's something dangerous about your love.

There’s something dangerous about your love.

You set my bones on fire
Then just sit back & watch me burn (for you)
I’m running on nothing as though it was everything
Covered in kisses that fuel me like gasoline
Say what you want cus you know that it sets me off all the same
The tone of your voice matches that look in your eyes
I know that I’m in trouble & I like it that way

I’m in over my head
You’ve got me under your spell
And I don’t mind
Should I be worried, probably
You’re too much
I’m in trouble & I like it

Running your finger down the side of my arm
Like you’re lighting a match
You’ve set me off
Let’s see what we can make happen
You’re not the only one that’s tired of seeing clothes
Come crawl under the sheets with me
Let’s start a fire while we’re in heat
Ring the alarms cus we’re about to burn everything down

I’m in over my head
You’ve got me under your spell
And I don’t mind
Should I be worried, probably
You’re too much
I’m in trouble & I like it

There’s something dangerous about your love
Maybe its too much of a good thing
Must be that addictive quality
Whatever it is, its got a hold of me
And I like it
How much can I take?

I’m in over my head
You’re too much
I’m in trouble & I like it

You’ve got me under your spell
And I don’t mind
I’m in trouble & I like it

Should I be worried, probably, but I like it
I like it

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