Dark, funky riffs expand into joy led by sexy, smoky vocals. LYRICS: It's getting late So take your turn Concentrate Or you will never learn We can make noise The others wouldn't mind The length of the night The glory of the ride Let them look Let them stare I am rendered bare I am too tender to care Let them look Let them stare Soft Funk Soft Funk What made you wait? Bottling desire We deflate Throttle and retire Relax, rejoice The hangman's hung Eclectic form of tongue Come tear the air from my lungs Let them look Let them stare I am rendered bare I am too tender to care Let them look Let them stare Soft Funk Soft Funk Oh, let them look Let them stare I am rendered bare I am too tender to care Let them look Let them stare Soft Funk Soft Funk Ohh Soft Funk Soft Funk

Chilled out guitar and vocals evolve into a dance-worthy rhythmic groove. A Story of True Love and Tooth Loss.