Ouch (strip dance)

Let's, let's play pretend
Like you're my friend
And everything is O.K.

Then we shall begin
To put an end
To all the games that we play

My body's a temple
I'll choose who worships it
Let's keep it simple
No need for a big deal
So if you're ready
Just call me on the phone
I'll be here waiting
No need to be alone

Ouch, your heart, you're burning me up
Please don't stop, you're making me blush
Ouch, my God, you hit my spot
I just can't get enough of you, of you, of you, of you

So, say how you've you been
How's your girlfriend
It's funny you're here with me

When you're still with her
And I do prefer
That we don't feel guilty

My body's a temple
I'll choose who worships it
Let's keep it simple
No need for a big deal
So if you're ready
Just call me on the phone
I'll be here waiting
No need to be alone

Ouch, your heart, you're burning me up
Please don't stop, you're making me blush
Ouch, my God, you hit my spot
I just can't get enough of you, of you, of you, of you