Written by Brett Beavers, Tom Douglas

You oughta be a little more careful baby
You know I'm dangerous
With my wild imagination
You'd better stop right now
Yeah you better
Oohhh, it's too late
That pink cotton candy, the sound of your voice
Completely destroys me
I've got no choice

CHORUS
Yeah, I'm coming apart at the seams
Feeling you pulling my strings
Waking me up with a dream
That's so real
With passionate desperate
Pasionate desperate
Passionate desperate love

You're holding me closer than a whisper baby
Mmm secretly I love the way you drive me crazy
Wanna feel, gotta feel
Your hands cooling my skin
I'm caught in the flames of my desire
Your pour on your kisses
Baby, that's fire

CHORUS

Yeah, I'm coming apart at the seams
Feeling you pulling my strings
Waking me up with a dream
That's so real
With passionate desperate
Passionate desperate love
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

I know I'm making a scene
But don't wake me up from this dream
I finally know what it means
To feel

CHORUS

Yeah, Passionate Desperate
Yeah, Passionate Desperate
Yeah, Passionate Desperate
Yeah, Passionate Desperate Love

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