Vaux

Dim the lights
No don't talk
Brass mirrors on my wall
All the sheets are on the floor, and i wonder how it feels at the end
Telling lies, making sin
Ending up more than friends
All while we, dent the walls and bend the frames
Always wet but hardly clean
Never sleep, you'd do the same
Lock the doors and pull the shades
In the dark or bright as day
At your home or on the way
Standing up or we can lay
Lock the doors and pull the shades
Golden tan, head to feet
In your car on the street
Plack to park
Push back the seat
All while we, dent the walls and bend the frames
Always wet but hardly clean
Never sleep, you'd do the same
Lock the doors and pull the shades
In the dark or bright as day
At you home or on the way
Standing up or we can lay
Lock the doors and pull the shades.