I said, that’s what I like—
strawberry champagne on ice,
you in those faded Levi’s,
moonlight drippin’ on your thighs.
Let me serenade that smile,
run my fingers through your tide,
slow-ride the night, no time,
just you, me, and the quiet sky.
Gold links on your wrist,
whisper every little wish,
I’ll make it true with every kiss—
that’s what I like, that’s what I like.