She moistens her red, red lips
Then welcomes the boy inside
"You've never known highs like this"
Her robe falls to the tiles
And every little word
Echoes in his mind
And every promise falls
As fruit falls from the vine

She moistens her red, ripe lips
Then pulls you deep inside
Tonight we'll reach new heights
Gonna take you to miracle mile
And all these words we speak
And all our well-timed sighs
Will gather into one
And float into the night

You moisten her reddening lips
And feel yourself inside
Hands running down her hips
Desert dunes in the moonlight
Yesterday you stood in the sun
Yesterday you were a child
Tonight you taste the earth
Tonight you ride the miracle mile