Оригинален текст
Cradle me, Ill cradle you,
Ill win your heart with (wolf whistle)
Pulling shapes just for your eyes
So with toothpaste kisses and lines
Ill be yours and youll be...
Lay with me, Ill lay with you
Well do the things that lovers do,
Put the starts in our eyes.
And with heart shaped bruises and late night kisses divine.