Well congrats, Isee you've learnt to dance   You're so drunk I'm ready for romance   Do you feel it's getting too intense   And your breasts seem bigger than before   And your eyes are asking for much more than a man could possibly ignore   For the first time and the last time I am yours   Tell me how am I supposed to make it work   Just keep asking me to pul your hair   I'll breathe you, I think I need no air   Is there anything you would not dare   And your legs seem longer than before   And your lungs are screaming for much more than a man could possibly explore   For the first time and the last time I am yours   Tell me how am I supposed to make it work