Your Skin - Chuck Prophet

Moon on the water

Home of the king

I’ll meet you in the shade of the

Eucalyptus tree

Don’t want to take you over

I just want to crawl inside

Your skin, your skin

Like a spoon of honey

Dripping down my throat

Kind of makes me wonder what you’re

Hiding in that coat

It’s not the way you move your hips

It’s not the clothes you wear

It’s your skin, your skin

You gonna need some protection, baby

I like the skin on your thigh

I like the skin on your nose

But it’s that skin around your wrist

That makes me want you most

Don’t want to take you over

I just want to crawl inside

Your skin, your skin

Your skin, your skin