Bent and Wild

(yeah) I see you moving

in the shadows of the floor

You've got me begging and I'm clawing at the door

No room for talking

when the music gets too loud

You look so perfect

looking down at this crowd

That angle

is a dangerous thing

Waiting to see what the physical brings (oh

yeah)

Bent over,

losing your control

Take it all,

body and soul

Hands on your hips,

keeping the beat

Burning us up

in this heat

(gasping) Your fingers gripping

on the edge of the frame

We don't need titles and we don't need a name

Just that perspective,

the curve of your spine

We cross the limit,

we're crossing the line

That angle is a dangerous thing

Waiting to see what the physical brings

(right now)

Bent over,

losing your control

Take it all,

body and soul Hands on your hips,

keeping the beat Burning us up

in this heat (ooh

yeah)

Bent over,

losing control... (gasping)

Just like that