When I think of you, I think of your skin
Golden brown from the sun
Your arms outstretched, your hair cut shorter than it'd been
But still blowing in the wind
When I picture you, I think of your smile
Your laugh escaping you, your head thrown to the side
You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed your plan
You put the brakes on this
When I envision you, I think of your sheets
Your body inching close, closer to the edge
When I imagine you, I think of that room
Your face relaxed, your voice a whisper in my ear
You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed your plan
You put the brakes on this
I would've had us swerving through those streets
I would've stalled or rushed us through those greens
But you knew that (You drove me wild)
And you wouldn't let me lose control
(You drove me wild) Control
You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed your plan
You put the brakes on this
You carried romance in the palm of your hand
You called the plays for us
You clung to self-restraint, you followed your plan
You put the brakes on this
WRITERS
Ned Shepard, Sara Keirsten Quin, Tegan Rain Quin, Ossama Sarraf