Spicy

Eye game, awkward silence
How to talk without a word
Dry lips, thirsty bodies
We are really out of Earth
Chances are outdated
I don't really want to escape
If you truly want me
You better get on this game
What isn't love can still be raw
Can still be raw
Spicy, sweaty, sexy
Salty lips out of control
Spicy, bodies lasting in this unified storm
Seven empty glasses
That's enough to know I'm yours
Totems of spirits
Are you watching our souls?
Faking some romantic facts
To mask what isn't love
What isn't love can still be raw
Can still be raw
Spicy, sweaty, sexy
Salty lips out of control
Spicy, bodies lasting in this unified storm
I need you, I don't want you now
I want you, I don't need you now
Two words will do
Two words will do
Two words will do
Spicy, sweaty, sexy
Salty lips out of control
Spicy, bodies lasting in this unified storm
Spicy, sweaty, sexy
Salty lips out of control
Spicy, sweet and sour
Every flavour in my soul
In my soul