Skin ​Dijon

[Verse 1]
You're dressing like a Sunday morning
And your eyes look like
Little islands in the light
Hazel and light green
On white sheets

You're grinning like a Friday night
And you're smiling like
You know what you like
I think I do know you well
I know you well

[Chorus 1]
We come alive in the evening
With heat and wet skin
Ay, our bodies are tossed and turned
Tangled up in it
I come alive when you tease me
With heat and wet skin
Flesh and bone turned (ooh)
Flesh and bone turned

The weight of you close to me

[Verse 2]
You hold me like a prized possession
(Hold me, hold me, hold me, ah) That's close
Our bodies unfurl like smoke
We twist and we curl like smoke