We got the af ter ’ry noon.

inch of

You got this room for two.

lain.

One One pair thing of I’ve can left to do: dy lips and dis (F5)cov er me dis (F5)cov er ing you.

One mile to ev ter ’ry noon.

inch of

your skin, like por for ce lain.

One One pair thing of I’ve can left to do: dy lips and your (F5)cov er me dis (F5)cov er ing you.

(F5)bub ble gum tongue.

And if you want love, love?

we’ll make it.

Swim ming a deep sea

of blan kets.

Take all your big plans

and break ’em.

This is bound to be (Am)a while.

Your (C)bod y is a won (F)der land.

Your (F)bod y is a won (F)der.

I’ll use my hands.

Your (F)bod y is a won (F)der land.

Some thing ’bout the way your hair falls in your (F5)face.

I love the shape you take when crawl ing towards the (F5)pil low case.

You tell me where to go, and though I might leave to find it, I’ll (F5)nev er let your head hit the bed with out my hand be hind it.

You (F)der land.

(I’m nev er speak ing up a gain.

I’ll use my hands.) Damn, ba by.

You frus trate me.

I know you’re mine, all mine, all mine,

but you look so good, it hurts some times.

Your bod y is a won (F)der land.

Your (F)bod y is a won (F)der.

I’ll use my hands.

Your (F)bod y is a won (F)der land.

Your (F)bod y is a won (F)der land.

Da da da, (F)da da da da da, da da da, (F)da da da da.

Da da da, (F)da da da da da, da da da, (F)da da da da.