The night has come,
Every nerve is craving for your touch.
A kiss as smooth as rum,
I hope I ask not too much.
Kiss me and let it linger,
trace it with the tip of your finger.
And then kiss me more,
after all, these lips are yours.
Every touch, every caress,
turns me into your princess.
Bind me with your spell,
that doesn’t disappear past midnight.
Even if we hear the bell,
everything is going to be alright.
Because no matter what, you’re my prince.