Pink sunsets and purple hazenI know those magic days nWhen you go up and down with nThe one you love, you can’t resistnThe perfect touch, the perfect kissnThat sends you around, round, roundnYou’re his majesty, you’re his ecstasynYou’re the spark that shines his lightnHe’s your somebody that should make you feelnLike a thousand lives are happening tonightnnYou can feel what he can donWhen your lips are locked it’s truenHe’s got inside of you, he’s got inside of younnYou’re short of breath, you cannot speaknWhen you find out he’s getting weaknWhen you’re getting stronger and strongernYou find out what he’s all aboutnAnd now you start to really doubt nThat he’ll be here longer and longernYou’re the energy, you’re the beautynThat should make him come throughnBut if he refuses he’s the one that loosesnToo bad for him and only good for younnYou can feel what he can donWhen your lips are locked it’s truenHe’s got inside of you, he’s got inside of younnAre the sunsets enough to set you offnIs the magic still strong or do you feel like you could turn it offnAfter all the “I do’s” and “I love yous”, you, you have to think it throughnIs this based on, my first kiss, your first kissnYou should probably, make a listnIs he a pro, or is he a con artistnnYou can feel what he can donWhen your lips are locked it’s truenHe’s got inside of you, he’s got inside of younnI can feel what he could benBut my heart can’t set him freenHe’s got inside of me, he’s got inside of men