Infectious (Interlude)

Infectious touch
Precious love
Directing us
To a world of unknown things
Affecting us
Pretentious
Impressions almost got the best of us

But these walls
They weren't built to last
Over time
I've been taken back
To a place that I know
That I don't like to be
So I run
I run
You got it
Bad
Bad
You got it
Bad
Oh you got it bad

Always master the art of seduction
Destructions
Filling me up with corruptions
I give you more than half of me
I do what you ask of me
The perfect half of me
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
The perfect
The perfect half of me