Funky Bizness Gang - Color of Midnight | Текст песни

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• Color of Midnight

Quietly you're slippin' in
Gently you pull my strings
Teasin' me with hint
Choosin' diff'rent tints

Candle lights, Chili wine
Chills run up-and-down my spine
I touch you with my fingertips
It gets me high —
Well, it’s about your skin's
Got a color of midnight…
Your skin's got a color of midnight…

We're playin' hide-and-seek
You maze me with your tricks
I’m pleading for recess
To cope with your playfulness

Lights are low, night is high
I can't stop, though I try
I make you burn from deep inside
It gets me hot —
Well, it's about your skin's
Got a color of midnight…
Your skin's got a color of midnight…

Atmosphere gets boiling hot
As we tear things apart
I make you scream, you blow my fuse
It gets me mad —
Well, it's about your skin…

Your skin's got a color of midnight…
Your skin's got a color of midnight…


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