Slap me like they do on Passions.
No, don’t slap me.
Let me hold your face and
kiss you with the force of
“will-they-won’t-they”.
No, no, let’s pretend we’re
just friends while our chemistry
melts the room and we’ve got
them all asking “Have they…?”

Yeah, hate me like I’m the evil twin
taking over your lover’s life.
Look at me like we’re cliffside,
the sunset behind us as you point
that gun at me and I tell you
where I buried the body.

No, hold my hand like that
never happened.
Smile at me like it was
all just a dream.
Say my name like I’m
about to be written off.
Ah, baby. Fuck me like
I’m your long lost lover
come back from the dead.