Peach

Times moving fast, we're not in a rush
Minutes go past, it's never enough
On the floor, I think lust has struck

Flying high all night, don't wake him up
We need to be quiet
Lights off, let's go for a ride

That's the kind of magic music
We make with our lips when we kiss
That's the kind of magic music
We make with our lips when we kiss

Flying high in bird land high in the sky
Up above, all because we're in love

Hair blowing in the wind
With you in feeling it
Hair blowing in the wind
With you in feeling it

Lights on, it's just me and you
Satin covers in your room
Toss and turn yes this is the mood
Wake up, do it over again
Time stops so this will never end
In the moment we'll pretend

Hair blowing in the wind
With you I'm feeling it
Hair blowing in the wind
With you I'm feeling it