Pulp Jam

You think this love's a riddle

But we don't have to say a thing, and we can keep it simple

Just bring the heat and keep me melting like a popsicle

Keep it secret, be a thing with no one in the middle

It's so much better when no one knows

So come and take me back

To your bedroom

You can leave me there

Swear, I won't move

You don't have to reason with me, baby, I'm yours, I'm yours

Mmm

I want you to come and give it to me

Baby, come on and give to me

Ooh, yeah

Baby, come on and give to me

Aw

Baby, come on and give to me