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Every time I close my eyes, you appear in my mind Like a sweet temptation, making me lose my pride Been playing it safe, but baby you change the game Got me thinking things that I shouldn't even say Used to be so careful, now I'm losing control The way you move got me breaking every role I try to resist but my body won't comply My feeling taking over makin me feel high You got me questioning everything I believe Got me acting different, baby make me deceive My mind's gone places that it shouldn't explore And honestly baby, I keep wanting more Feel my temperature rising Heart beating faster than before My resistance is dying Can't pretend anymore that... These thoughts of you ain't innocent (ain't innocent) Breaking rules with every incident You make my mind go different places Leave behind these virtuous trace Late at night when I'm alone in my bed Your image haunts me, playing games in my head Every touch we shared replays in slow motion Got me drowning deep in this dangerous ocean Your lips against mine, that forbidden taste Leading me down paths of beautiful waste Fighting what I want is getting harder each day These sinful thoughts just won't go away You know what you do when you look at me like that Making good boys turn bad, no turning back My soul's on fire, burning up with desire Taking me higher, higher... No more hesitation Pure intoxication Lost in sensation Sweet damnation These thoughts of you... Ooh... mmm... Baby what have you done to me? These thoughts of you ain't innocent (ain't innocent) Breaking rules with every incident You make my mind go different places Leave behind these virtuous traces