Quite Like (Live At Gaité Lyrique, Paris)

I quite like your hair I quite like your eyes I quite like your breast When you undress I quite like your legs Like your thighs, like your highs Like your hands when you caress I quite like your cheeks Love your lips Love your mouth when you're talking Whispering I can't keep this girl off my mind I can't keep this girl off my mind I can't keep this girl off my mind I can't keep this girl off my mind I quite like your waist I quite like your back I quite like your nails When they scratch I quite like your chest Like your swim Like your swim Like your breath when you pull zest I quite like your skin Love your chin Love your tears when you're crying Staggering I can't keep this love of mine When you're just about it reminds I can't keep this love of mine When you're just about it reminds I can't keep this love of mine When you're just about it reminds I can't keep this love of mine When you're just about it reminds I quite like your grace Like when we interface I quite like your quicks When you transgress I quite like the smell Of your body and the way you are I quite like you best When you care less I quite like your tone Love your song Love you strong When you play along When I play along