[bad word]  let the flame called love
burn this sunny love to ashes
Forget words and just hold me
If you don’t want to, it’s okay
Get out, go home!

We aren’t kids anymore
Platonic? No way.
If you feel bad about this,
Even a hundred-year love grows cold
Let’s cut it before we start regretting
Oh my soul!

We can’t [bad word] one forever
Holding each other, that’s our fate
Words are just make-believe
Let our bodies tangle!

Oh! YES! Oh! YES!
Let your cells wake up my soul!
Oh! YES! Oh! YES!
Let your cells wake up my soul!

We can’t [bad word] one forever
Holding each other, that’s our [bad word] 
Words are just make-believe
Let our bodies tangle!

Oh! YES! Oh! YES!
Let your cells wake up my soul!
Oh! YES! Oh! YES!
Let your cells wake up my soul!