AT THE 8th FRET.
Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised
Smell of you baby, my senses, my senses be praised
Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Kissing and running, kissing and running away
Ooooh, senses be praised
Ooooh, senses be praised
You're my saving grace, ooooh saving grace
Nothing will harm you
Nothing will stand in your way
Nothing, nothing