Under my arm, over my chest
Your hair against my cheek
About our shows this week
They say that life ain’t fair I’m not complaining
Someone’s been granting all my wishes
It’s a dangerous thing to be loved
Loved by someone so divine
‘Fore I get used to all these kisses
It’s a dangerous thing to be loved
Small of your back, palm of your hand
They’re playing something slow
Ivory and black, this baby grand
We’re moving with the notes
Real life ain’t supposed to go
Nothing like this you know
You stitching angel wings on all my hopes
So if you’re leading me along
Just know that I am far gone