Bob Schneider Better
To feel your poison tongue
Your winter lips upon me
To stain the floor with our bodies nothin' could be any
Better, better, better
Baby, so close to Heaven
Do you like the way, the way I dance? I'm dancin' for you
And all I need is for you to make everythin'
Better, better, better
For if you would've dropped me on the ground
I don't know if I would bounce back or breakdown
I don't think I could feel any
Better, better, better
And all I want is just a little more
And all I need is your correction
'Cause all I have is nothin' could be and nothin' would be
Better, better, better
