Rushing Through Me Urthboy (Ft. Bertie Blackman)

[Verse 1]
Take your places, dinner's served
Poets and painters, musicians, there they were
There's Pinot Gris or Merlot
Whatever you prefer
Lovers and sinners and innocent others
Oils and inks and the mixing of colours (come on)
House they called Heide, the things you discover
Different if you're over or under the covers
(Come on down) You let the breeze clear the air
(Say what, say what) The food is getting cold, I couldn't care
Your fingers running through your hair
Underneath the table I can feel the brushing of our legs
The chattering of voices, the cutlery is tapping
If we drink enough than maybe it will happen, I'm feeling tipsy
And for something risky, a nervous rush of pleasure
I'm ravaged by the pressure

[Hook: Bertie Blackman]
Rushing through me, yeah
Rushing through me, yeah
Use me, touch me, you don't have to trust me
I don't really care if it's wrong, no
Quickly, hurry up and take me
I don't really care if it's wrong, no