i see you tonight
the fog of years is nothing
you and i move fast
but baby we ain’t running
nothing to get away from
nothing left to chase
vodka coats my tongue and throat
but that’s not what i taste

give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me // yeah, give it to me now
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me

smothered in the heat of the city
smothered in the heat of desire
slick skin, sly grin
laughing as you dance, and you dance like a fire
i can trace the curve of your laugh with my finger
your fingers trace shapes, put me under your spell
you never learned to whistle
but you can sure can ring that bell

give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me // yeah, give it to me now
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me

it’s getting late, i know it
it’s getting late, i know it
it’s getting late, i know it
but before you go, just

give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me // yeah, give it to me now
give it, give it to me // give me your highline
give it, give it to me