Secrets And White Lies

Come into my room
I will turn the lights down low
Dry martini, Bacharach
An easy evening glow
The conversation slides along
We seek each others souls
Close and closer on the couch
The temperature rises
Telling secrets and white lies
Oh, so sensitive
I’m feelin' oh so sensitive
Accidentally spill my drink
Slip into something more comfortable
As the night begins to fall
Our words begin to fail
My fingers through your hair
Making love like there’s no tomorrow
And no yesterday
Like there’s no tomorrow and no yesterday
I feel so lucid, so alive
The lights of the city down below
Leave the riff-raff far behind
Making love like there’s no tomorrow
And no yesterday
Telling secrets and white lies
Telling secrets and white lies