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. Take it off, take it all off, maybe we can get down and burn up in the heat.
(Source: millis, via imagerydoesntfit)