Текст: Lisa Scinta. Other. Over The Line.

The way y ou talk to me is in tri guing,
The words y ou speak get my heart bea ting fa ster.
I don't k now what y ou're doing,
But I su re li ke the way y ou do it to me. (x2) Y ou're o ver the li ne,
But I don't want y ou to stop.
I'm lo sing con trol,
But it's e xac tly what I want.
To night it's y ou and me and no o ne el se's ga me.
All you have to do is speak my name-?
To bring on the rain. (x2)
The way you look at me is de fea ting,
Wi th ju st o ne tou ch my i n hi bi tions a re flee ting.
I don't k now how y ou do it,
But I su re li ke the way that y ou do it to me. (x2) Y ou're o ver the li ne,
But I don't want y ou to stop.
I'm lo sing con trol,
But it's e xac tly what I want.
To night it's y ou and me and no o ne el se's ga me.
All y ou ha ve to do is speak my na me-?
To bring on the rain. (x2) So me thing is tel ling me that I should say no.
But the de vil in si de of me wan ts to let go. Fir st things fir st y ou wan na speed it up, I'll slow it do wn.
Show me what y ou got, don't stop, ta ke it to the top.
E ve ry thing y ou say to me, y ou plan it ca re ful ly,
To bring me to my k nees-?
And ta ke my brea th a way. Y ou're o ver the li ne,
But I don't want y ou to stop.
I'm lo sing con trol,
But it's e xac tly what I want.
To night it's y ou and me and no o ne el se's ga me.
All y ou ha ve to do is speak my na me-?
To bring on the rain. (x2)