[00:00.000] 作曲 : Matt Squire/Connie Sgarbossa/Ethan Samuel Sgarbossa/Taylor Cameron Allen/Anthony Joseph Tartol/Timothy Moreno[00:20.985]Oh my, a tender kiss, now what do we have here?[00:24.405]Let's trace the lips of an angel[00:27.641]Tongue tied, it's you and I, and we can stay right here[00:31.536]Until the curtain call[00:32.741]Hey now, take a bow[00:34.504]Caress, you pull me close[00:36.024]Tear down, topple everything[00:37.747]Heeding a Siren's call[00:39.310]We'll dance and we'll dance till they blush[00:41.230]Lock eyes, step on the stage[00:42.841]Let go, and fall in sync[00:44.481]Come on, just lose control[00:46.196]We'll dance and we'll dance till they blush[00:48.385]All hands up, send them off with applause[00:51.737]We craft this scene like a dream[00:55.481]Hey now, take a bow[00:56.685]Lubricant like kerosene[00:58.350]Kill the silent remarks, and let go[01:01.863]Hey now, this is how[01:03.313]Our tender scene will burn to the ground[01:05.798]Trace your fingers all down my back[01:08.866]Hey now, take a bow[01:10.183]Lubricant like kerosene[01:12.048]Formed into a shape I won't forget[01:15.919]Hey now, this is how[01:17.090]Our tender scene will burn to the ground[01:24.603]An angel draped and bound[01:28.261]You're truly ethereal[01:31.217]The taste of our spit and all[01:40.036]Sink your teeth and with these bleeding lips[01:43.702]You'll never hear me say stop[01:46.763]Don't let this feeling go to waste (We crave it)[01:49.864]You said "Come on, pick up the pace" (We need it)[01:53.194]Digging our nails into our flesh (Oh loving marks)[01:56.715]Sacramental (Until the harlot's down on her knees)[02:00.460]Keep shaking, so delightful[02:03.846]Eyes are rolling into the back of her head[02:07.310]Keep pulling, back and forth[02:10.245]Heart keeps racing, skipping a beat[02:14.174]We craft this scene like a dream[02:17.591]Hey now, take a bow[02:18.895]Lubricant like kerosene[02:20.753]Kill the silent remarks, and let go[02:24.114]Hey now, this is how[02:25.610]Our tender scene will burn to the ground[02:28.052]Trace your fingers all down my back[02:31.506]Hey now, take a bow[02:32.619]Lubricant like kerosene[02:34.767]Formed into a shape I won't forget[02:44.229]A sign of what once was, fading[02:48.297]In the distance looms the shadow of a new theme, departure[02:54.945]Oh god[02:59.646]Hey now take a bow[03:02.031]This may be your best one yet[03:05.461]Blushing red