Jim Allchin - Flirt Lyrics

You run your fingers up & down the glass
Got this smile sez "come on, just ask"
Every boy dreams of you
Can't lie, I'm one too

You hold the power
Of a fine forbidden flower
Getting ready to burst in the witching hour
But then you cross your legs and I know I'm gonna get hurt
You're a flirt

Makeup perfect as you twirl your hair
You little tease I don't have a prayer
You stir my drink with your finger
I drink it down, hook, line and sinker

You hold the power
Of a fine forbidden flower
Getting ready to burst in the witching hour
But then you cross your legs and I know I'm gonna get hurt
You're a flirt

You hold the power
Of a fine forbidden flower
Getting ready to burst in the witching hour
But then you cross your legs and I know I'm gonna get hurt
You're a flirt

I'm getting' ready to burst in the witching hour
But then you cross your legs and I know I'm gonna get hurt

I know, yeah I know I'm gonna get hurt
Cause I know, that you're, just a flirt