It’s a perfect Friday evening
and you’re dressed in icy blue
in a dress that you’re not keeping
for much longer if you do

Now the party’s almost over
all the guests are going home
but I want to hold you closer
in a place where we’re alone

Just a little after midnight
when there’s nothing else to do
we can hide beneath the covers
in the mystic kissing room

It has bubbles on the ceiling
with the pillows all aglow
and if you can keep a secret
I can tell you one I know

If you’re looking for a shoulder
or a place to rest your head
let euphoria take over
and recline upon the bed

We don’t have to spin the bottle
‘cause it’s only me and you
and the perfect place to cuddle
is the mystic kissing room


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