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The back of my thigh sticks to your leather

The sun is white-hot but doesn't burn

Your grip on the wheel is like a fortune

Written in stone, it's rough but sure

The wind on my skin it feels like cashmere

My top is down over Mulholland

Winding in and out of these serpentine streets

Like the loom on our tapestry

When we get home I'll fold the linens

I hope the wrinkles haven't set

The living room smells of eucalyptus

But I still prefer our sweat

As the sun goes down, I am your canvas

A blank white space for you to fill

The back of your neck is hot and bumpy

Reminders that you love me still

It was a long, hard journey to the center

But it's ooey, gooey, sticky sweet

Now I'm your favourite texture

Silk is soft but not as soft as me

Now you're my favourite texture

Strong like classic denim jean

Now I'm your favourite texture

Silk is soft but not as soft as me

Now I'm your favourite texture

Caressing me upon my cheek