[Verse 1]
Your technique is to almost speak
In a tone of lover-like yearning
And when my head is turning your way
No words you'll say

[Verse 2]
Your technique is to touch my cheek
With a promise so entrancing
And when my heart is dancing your way
You act blasé

[Bridge]
Tempting me to the point of surrender
Vendor of thrills, sender of chills
When will this end?

[Verse 3]
Your technique makes me wild and weak
And each night I swear that I'll leave you
But then it might not grieve you, you say
And so I'll stay

[Bass Solo]

[Piano Solo]
[Bridge]
Tempting me to the point of surrender
Vendor of thrills, sender of chills
When will this end?

[Verse 3]
Your technique makes me wild and weak
And each night I swear that I'll leave you
But then it might not grieve you, you say
And so I'll stay