Hey, baby,
You're making me lose control,
Taking my eyes off of the goal,
And I don't mind, sweetheart,
Oh, no, no.

It's so right
Feeling your lips against mine,
'cause you are so, so fine.
Godlike, darling,
Très divine.

And I know
That you feel it too,
These symptons feel like the flu,
But no way,
I'm just in love with you.