[Verse 1] Does the moon come up to dance when the room goes black at 2? Does that woman hum so soft or does she cut right through? That skittish pull, half dare, half trance [Pre-Chorus] I can hear the screen door rattling and that low sound in my chest Every little thing in this house feels like it’s waiting on a yes [Chorus] If you’re gonna look at me like that, don’t stand so far from the bed Come a little closer, say it plain, stop acting like you’re in my head That grin of yours is trouble, sure, but I’m not trying to run If you want to test what I’m made of, baby, come find out what I want [Verse 2] Yeah, the moon comes up over the roof throws a cold white stripe across the room And that woman hums by the window fan like she knows exactly what she’ll do to a man I stood there still, shoes by the bed feel like something I once had read. [Violin solo] [Chorus] If you’re gonna look at me like that, don’t stand so far from the bed Come a little closer, say it plain, stop acting like you’re in my head That grin of yours is trouble, sure, but I’m not trying to run If you want to test what I’m made of, baby, come find out what I want
