2 AM knocking on my door I know exactly what you’re here for The wine is already getting cold C’mon, show me your skin of white gold You're already catching fire I'll hug your last desire Smoking a weird cigarette You're a good kind of brunette If you have nothing left to say You’re supposed to kiss me, girl (Supposed to kill me, girl) What's that mark on your shoulder? It seems to be riding Are you practicing boulder? Or is it the old friend paragliding? It's still 3AM Can’t hide your left thigh? You leave my apartment One sock lowered and one sock high Do not take too long time (You’re supposed to kiss me, girl) If you have nothing left to say (You’re supposed to kiss me, girl) I’ll leave the door unlocked Your outgoing call is blocked Yeah, you leave your room locked Do not want a friction-blocked You're already catching fire I'll hug your last desire Smoking a weird cigarette You're a good kind of brunette Just forget the pen and the letraset Girl, you know, it’s too late for sex