[Verse] I spent one hour on my hair to look like I didn't try, left one extra button open, now I can't look you in the eye. I know it's obvious and I know you know, you just keep looking, and you're taking it slow. [Pre-Chorus] My pulse is up, my hands are shaking, every layer on me is for the taking, so take your time. [Chorus] Dressed to be undressed. There, I finally said it, everything I wear is a bet that you'll get it. Your fingers on my collar, your eyes on my skin, I spent all night getting ready to let you in. Zip it down. Watch it drop. Silk on the floor, don’t stop. Heat in my veins, a shake in my knees. every curve of me is yours to tease. Button by button, breath by breath. Dressed to be undressed. [Verse] I used to think that wanting was something you hide, folded it up small and sealed it up inside. The last one liked me quiet, liked me turned down low, never reached for what I didn’t want to show. [Pre-Chorus] You look at me like I’m allowed to crave, and I’m done pretending to behave. [Chorus] Dressed to be undressed. But you're the one who sees the shaking hands beneath the fabric, saying please. Take the shirt, take the nerves, strip off the speeches I rehearsed, the poise I chose, I'd rather be undone than stay composed. Teeth on my shoulder, nails down my spine. Mouth on mouth, your body on mine. No good manners, no clean line. Flushed and exposed, I confess, dressed to be undressed. Dressed to be undressed. [Verse] You're closer now, I can feel you breathing in, and the space between us is getting very thin. Your thumb is on my wrist like you're checking if it's true, that I'm this nervous, and it's all for you. [Bridge] Maybe this is only for tonight, maybe I won't look the same in the morning light. I can't tell if you'll stay or walk away, I only know I wanted you to see me anyway. No guarantee, no clue, only all this heat between me and you, and nowhere to go but through. [Final-Chorus] Dressed to be undressed. And there’s nothing more to guess, I came to impress you, and I’m ending up a mess. Your hands are at my belt, I’ve lost the thread, I’m in no state to think of what’s ahead. Dressed... Dressed... Dressed to be undressed... [Outro] Half my clothes are scattered, the lamp is still on, and I’ve no idea if you’ll be here by dawn. Button by button … breath by breath … Dressed to be undressed … Dressed to be undressed …
