You whisper in my ear with that slow honey tone, Sayin’ things that make me wish we weren’t surrounded by folks. You drag a finger on my neck, pretendin’ it’s not bold— But you’re smilin’ like you started somethin’ we can’t control. And every time you pull me close, your eyes are sayin’, “Baby, please”— I swear you knock me to my knees. And then some cowboy strutted over, hat tipped low and sly, Told you you’re the prettiest thing that’s ever wandered by. You laughed so sweet, leaned in a bit, just to watch me tense— Sexy, you love to stir my jealousy, and hell, it makes perfect sense. We’re that couple folks whisper about, “Those two got somethin’ figured out.” Maybe it’s the teasing, maybe it’s the fire, Maybe it’s the way we fuel each other’s desire. Only your hands gives me the shivers But every hand that tries to pull us apart, Ends up learnin’ real fast we’re locked heart-to-heart. I toyed with the moment, just a second, watched you start to burn— But baby, I always wander just far enough to make you pull me back in turn. The night started with me entering the bar, boots dusted from the road, Some girl in cherry lipstick said, “Let me help you with that load.” She touched your arm, leaned close like she had somethin’ planned— But then I saw you smilin’ like you already had the upper hand. I tipped my hat her way, real gentle, but with that “nice try, doll” grin— ’Cause she didn’t notice that your whole damn world lit up when I walked in. Let ’em stare, let ’em scheme, let ’em try their lines— But we choose each other every single time. We’re that couple folks whisper about, “Those two got somethin’ figured out.” Maybe it’s the teasing, maybe it’s the fire, Maybe it’s the way we fuel each other’s desire. Only your hands gives me the shivers But every hand that tries to pull us apart, Ends up learnin’ real fast we’re locked heart-to-heart. Chest to chest, laughin’ low, In a love only troublemakers know. When I see you dancing, showing the hunger within, I want to rip the fabric off your skin. We’re that couple folks whisper about, “Those two got somethin’ figured out.” Maybe it’s the teasing, maybe it’s the fire, Maybe it’s the way we fuel each other’s desire. Only your hands gives me the shivers But every hand that tries to pull us apart, Ends up learnin’ real fast we’re locked heart-to-heart. “Those two got somethin’ figured out.”
