Vg Hotbit888 - Oya Le

Sun going down, but the night feels young,
Salt on your skin, salt on your skin,
Salt on your face, salt on night feels young
Salt on your skin and a song on my tongue
No shoes, no robes, my place we gotta be
Just one slow rhythm, you and me
Don't say nothing
I know that love
One little movement was all it took
Come a little close, I swear with me
Leave your worries by the seas
Sunshine on your skin, best beds down low