Modestly silencing the treasure beneath the elastic palisadenYour body recites a suspicious confidencenThat pushes me awaynWe're making love like it's a sport nAnd you're winningnWell, the thing is that for menIt's the foreplay that makes me ticknBecause standing at the top of a mountainnLeaves me nothing to look forward tonI just have to retrace my steps,nAnd at the bottom of the hill you've already leftnNow i'm reaching for anyonenBecause I miss being in love