Lyrics

She crosses her legs, and then she crosses them again
It's just like a little dance of golden sun on skin
I smile and nod my head, but it's hard to stay on track
My mind says take it slow but her body don't say that

She's killing me
Every little thing she does
Something tells me she don't even know
She's killing me
Yeah, my time is almost up
Oh, but what a lovely way to go

She takes a cube of ice from her glass of green tea
Lets it melt there on her tongue, like she's doing it for me
Twirls a finger through her hair, you know that thing that women do
And when she says, "What was I saying?" I didn't have a frick'n clue

She's killing me
Every little thing she does
Something tells me she don't even know
She's killing me
Yeah, my time is almost up
Oh, but what a lovely way to go

I want the girl so badly; I'm just waiting for her to say when
But until then

She's killing me
Every little thing she does
Something tells me she don't even know
She's killing me
Saint Peter call me up
Oh, but what a lovely way to go