Come into my room I will turn the lights down low Dry martini, Bacharach An easy evening glow The conversation slides along We seek each others souls Close and closer on the couch The temperature rises Telling secrets and white lies Oh, so sensitive I'm feelin' oh so sensitive Accidentally spill my drink Slip into something more comfortable As the night begins to fall Our words begin to fail My fingers through your hair Making love like there's no tomorrow And no yesterday Like there's no tomorrow and no yesterday I feel so lucid, so alive The lights of the city down below Leave the riff-raff far behind Making love like there's no tomorrow And no yesterday Telling secrets and white lies Telling secrets and white lies