I’ll cradle you,
I’ll win your heart with a (wolf whistle).
Pulling shapes just for your eyes.
So with toothpaste kisses and lines.
I’ll be yours and you’ll be.
Lay with me,
I’ll lay with you.
We’ll do the things that lovers do,
Put the starts in our eyes.
And with heart shaped bruises and late night kisses devine.
- The Maccabees