Discreet Secret we love as you only see in the movies
Say who you want us to be tonight
You spoiled like Brad on Angelina as Mr. and Mrs. Smith’s adrenaline surge
Beat me guilt
That I like life when the car shakes

I’ll make you as many laps as you want. I won’t run out of gas
I’m a big machine gun, not a gun like Gina
We gently roll you out on the carpet
Give me a massage
Nobody sees us burning it in disguise

Fast clothes perfume and chiele
I’m looking everywhere so no one can see me
I don’t forget to buy the flowers I rush up the stairs
We light the candles
Like Hollywood