In the Presence of... (D-Fault Remix)

You're a rhapsody in jeans

You're an orgasm on the verge

Oh, you remind me of an absinthe high

Here, behind the stairs, you're in the air

Oh, if I aim to please

Will you aim to repeat me?

Hint of orgies and mirrors

You're into late night trysts

Naked when you're clothed

And I admit

I really

Really want to sleep with you

In your presence

I'm choking when I'm drowning

And when I'm out of breath

Nothing is so hot

Nothing is so hot or

So wet

As the atmosphere

I never should have left

Oh, I never should have had

I never would have wanted anything so badly

I never would have followed

I never would have danced

I would not have seduced

If you had not entranced

I craved, and I wasted, I hunted, I starved

In a backdoor, dime store, motels-could-be-too-good-for-me kind of way

Hint of orgies and mirrors

You're into late night trysts

Naked when you're clothed, and I admit

I really

Really want to sleep with you

In your presence

I'm choking when I'm drowning

And when I'm out of breath

Nothing is so hot

Nothing is so hot or

So wet as the atmosphere

You're a rhapsody in jeans

You're an orgasm on the verge

Oh, you remind me of an absinthe high

Here, behind the stairs, you're in the air

Oh, if I aim to please

Will you aim to repeat me?

I never should have left

Oh, I never should have had

I never would have wanted anything so badly, I

Never would have followed

I never would have danced

I would not have seduced

If you had not entranced

I craved, and I wasted, I hunted, I starved

I am the stuff that nightmares become, the echo