Softly
I'm climbing up your thighs on a Sunday morning
Slowly, but surely
You're filling up my cup while you're lying there before me
And I flow so easily
I wanna be the one who make you
Take it all the way
And I wanna be the one to take you
To that higher plane
Your mouth, half open
And the fear that my lips are broken
And the skin on your chin is bruising
Someone on the outside might think that we're using
But girl, let there be no confusion
I wanna be the one who make you
Take it all the way
And I wanna be the one to take you there
To that higher plane
