Comin' back in the evenings
Leave your mark on my soul
You've been singing in the summer heat
And I think I'm losin' control
Want your body so bad baby
I want what's in your mind
You give me something to reach for
And that's the magic to find
And your lips
They tremble for my kiss
It doesn't get any better than this, whoa oh oh oh
It doesn't get any better than this, I know, whoa oh oh oh x3
Your momma's pretty and your daddy's rich
And I got nothin' but dreams
I'll be workin' like a son of a bitch
Til I get you what you need
Your hands
My hips
Those calls (?)
We risk it all
Like lovers, we're racin' towards the cliff
It doesn't get any better than this, whoa oh oh oh
It doesn't get any better than this, I know, whoa oh oh oh x4