You make my skin feel tingly.

Are you a drug? Because you keep me high.

Are you mechanic? Because you fix my urges.

You make my thighs feel weak.

You make my skin feel restless.

If I were a wolf, I'd spend all my lives whispering to you.

Are you mechanic? Because you turn my knobs.

Do you believe in magic? Because I felt it when I saw you.