Staying out until dark Throw yourself into work Trying to drown all these feels In numbers Acting like you don't care Even if is in there Like your heart is played By a drummer And in the end It's gonna sting But feels so right Do the wrong thing A trace of chocolate on her lips The gentle whisper when you kissed It's like that secret cigarette The taste of heavenly regrets And you knew from day one What comes after the fun When you open the door You're guilty Shouldn't mess with the phone Keep from the no-fly zone But her voice always rings So silky And in the end It's gonna sting But feels so right Do the wrong thing There always time A trace of chocolate on her lips The gentle whisper when you kissed It's like that secret cigarette The taste of heavenly regrets You can't forget her summer dress The gentle touch of her caress And the moment that phone ring You know time is right for the wrong thing