[no voice: spoon taps glass, warm bass enters, sparse swung drums] [Verse 1] Strawberries sweating in a porcelain bowl, Chocolate softening, taking it slow. Butter in the pan, fine threads turning gold, You move a little closer... I forget what I hold. Pistachio green on the edge of a spoon, I turn down the flame, make a little room. Your hand finds my waist as I stir it through... I was making dessert. Now I’m watching you. [Pre-Chorus] I lift one by the stem, Let the chocolate fall. You lean across the counter... No hurry at all. [Chorus] Take your time... Let it melt. Leave a little sweetness Where your lips just felt. First the crack, Then the cream, Then the strawberry Spilling in between. Close your eyes... There it is. A little on your fingers, A little in the kiss. We were trying to keep it clean... Look at us. Worth the mess. [no voice: short instrumental response, muted guitar and bending bass] [Verse 2] Toasted little threads in a velvet swirl, I dip another berry, give the stem a twirl. A ribbon down my wrist that you notice first, You ask me with your eyes... I offer you a taste. Cool fruit, warm chocolate, a delicate crunch, You smile against my hand... That’s quite enough To make me lose my place, Leave the spoon beside the dish. There’s pistachio on your lower lip... Let me get it with a kiss. [Pre-Chorus] The kitchen clock keeps moving, We let the minutes pass. You hold the berry to my mouth... I make the moment last. [Chorus] Take your time... Let it melt. Leave a little sweetness Where your lips just felt. First the crack, Then the cream, Then the strawberry Spilling in between. Close your eyes... There it is. A little on your fingers, A little in the kiss. We were trying to keep it clean... Look at us. Worth the mess. [no voice: central instrumental breakdown, deep bass, crisp percussion, spacious Rhodes] [Bridge] Leave the dishes. Let them wait. There’s one red berry On the plate. Break it open, Share it slow. A little tart Beneath the gold. Nothing measured. Nothing rushed. Your thumb beneath my chin... The room goes hush. [Final Chorus] Take your time... Let it melt. Leave a little sweetness Where your lips just felt. First the crack, Then the cream, Then the strawberry Spilling in between. Close your eyes... Stay like this. Chocolate cooling While we kiss. One last taste... A little less. Nothing left upon the plate... Worth the mess. [Outro] A little on your fingers... A little on my dress... Come here... Worth the mess. [no voice: lingering bass and Rhodes outro, percussion gradually fades]
