Put on your best dress darling
Can't you see the time is right
There will never be another tonight
If you got your motor runnin'
Then I got my engines on
Say the word and darlin' we'll be gone
Outside the world is waitin'
But we won't lose control
So come on now - let the good times roll
You gotta ride your broom right into my room
Kick off your shoes make yourself at home
Wave your little wand - weave a little spell
Make a little magic - raise some hell
There will never be another tonight
C'mon baby - hold on tight
There will never be
No Strings Attached
I wish that you could know one day the secrets I've been keeping,
Of the demons I have locked away - they prowl a one track mind.
If you had thought this tongue in cheek was just reserved for speaking
one hour at my sweet mercy would be sure to send you blind.
Speeding through the darkness of this endless Friday night,
in a body with one drunk and careless owner.
Ther is nobody home - but all the lights are shining brightly,
How I'd love to wake beside you when it's over.
Chorus:
Yearning serpent - sharp foretooth,
I ache to taste of naked youth.
The fleeting glance I can't forget,
Could make of me an agapet.
The reins that bridle my desire -
grow flimsier with your attire.
Feeling brave? - then come and try to stare into my naked I.
Like a spider with a fly upon her web -
come wrap those legs around me.
Deflower me - devour me,
My veins aglow with blood like liquid fire.
I'm a willing victim gagged an bound down on your altar of seduction,
Awaiting my destructino by the all consuming flames of raw desire.
I fear I should be boiled in oil just for these thoughts I'm thinking,
If you'd be my new hobby I could give up DIY.
I've just one vice in life - but how its jaws long to be sinking,
In the flesh of Eden's apple with some subtle succubi.
I'd say without a doubt you're the best sex I never had,
Cause in my dreams you wear a necklace white and pearly.
Make mine a triple bromide on the rocks please - (stirred and shaken),
Should I wait 'til it's too late - or come to early?
Chorus:
Yearning serpent - sharp foretooth,
I ache to taste of naked youth.
The fleeting glance I can't forget,
Could make of me an agapet.
The reins that bridle my desire -
grow flimsier with your attire.
Feeling brave? - then come and try to stare into my naked I.