Curves Strike Hard

(hmmm,

yeah)

You walk in with

that slow sway

Cutting through the room,

clearing the way

Every line, every angle,

perfectly designed Driving me completely out of my mind

That silhouette against the wall

(oh yeah)

It makes the heavy shadows fall

One step closer,

feel the heat rise Can't look away from your eyes

Every curve is a dangerous road

Tracing the path where the wild things go

Holding on tight to the shape of you

There's nothing else that I'd rather do

(touching you)

Fingertips trace the golden lines

Slowly unfolding your designs

No rush at all,

let the rhythm take hold

Your body language, beautifully bold

That silhouette against the wall

(oh yeah) It makes the heavy shadows fall

One step closer,

feel the heat rise Can't look away from your eyes

Every curve is a dangerous road

Tracing the path where the wild things go

Holding on tight to the shape of you

There's nothing else that I'd rather do

(touching you)

Lost in your shape

No

escape

(hmmm, yeah)