The club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where I go. My friends sit at the table, doing shots, drinking fast — then we talk slow. Come over and start up a conversation with just me. Trust me, I’ll give it a chance.
Now take my hand, stop the man on the jukebox — and then we start to dance. I’m singing like: “Girl, you know I want your love — your love was handmade for somebody like me.” Come on now, follow my lead. I may be crazy — don’t mind me. Say, “Boy, let’s not talk too much.” Grab on my waist and put that body on me. Come on now — follow my lead.
Follow my lead…
I’m in love with the shape of you — we push and pull like a magnet do. Although my heart is falling too, I’m in love with your body. Last night you were in my room — and now my bedsheets smell like you. Every day discovering something brand new — I’m in love with your body.
Oh I oh I oh I oh I — I’m in love with your body.
Oh I oh I oh I oh I — I’m in love with your body.
Oh I oh I oh I oh I — I’m in love with your body.
Every day discovering something brand new — I’m in love with the shape of you.
