Touch me with your fingers
Touch me with your toes
Make love with the window open
So everybody knows
That we're finding a new pastime
Without any of our clothes
I'm drinking in your skin, dear
Like nobody else knows
Come back to bed, dear
I want you the most
Of any of my vices
You exorcise my ghosts
I let go of my body
I let go of my soul
I'm nothing in your arms, dear
That's what I love the most
Touch me with your fingers
Touch me with your toes
Make love with the windows open
So everybody knows
That we're finding a new pastime
That can't be put to prose
I'm nothing in your arms dear
That's what I love the most