Testo Head Spin

The summer bends and twirls, I'm flirting with her curls, across the stairs I stare
This room was built for sin, that her graceful figure stumbled in, she's laughing as she twirls...
You make my head spin, treading a line that's so thin, but I'll just wait and see, where the night takes me....
Whoa-ohh, oh yeah.
So take this night and keep it in your head, remember why we never even tried...