Turks in the Night

Turks After Dark

Verse 1

Touch down in Turks with a drink in my hand,

Shane looking supa sexy with his feet in the sand.

Sun going down, but the heat’s coming up,

One little kiss and I’m already drunk.

That ocean-blue water, that look in your eyes,

You pull me in close like you know what I like.

My dress riding high in the Caribbean wind,

Baby, keep looking at me like that again.

Pre-Chorus

We can play nice when the sun’s still out,

But when that moon comes up, all bets are down.

Chorus

I want your hands where they shouldn’t be,

Your mouth getting reckless all over me.

Salt on my skin, Bumbu on your tongue,

Shane, you know exactly how to make this fun.

Let the waves get loud, let the room get hot,

Leave a little lipstick in all the wrong spots.

Turks in the daytime, but after dark—

Baby, you know exactly where to start.

Verse 2

Barefoot balcony, barely dressed,

You whisper something filthy and I like it best.

That slow little grin tells me what you’re thinking,

And baby, I’m already way past drinking.

We can take the long way back to the room,

Steal a kiss under that island moon.

Your hand on my thigh, my nails on your back,

One thing about us—we don’t know how to act.

Pre-Chorus

No itinerary, no reason to behave,

Just you, me, and whatever trouble we make.

Chorus

I want your hands where they shouldn’t be,

Your mouth getting reckless all over me.

Salt on my skin, tequila on your tongue,

Shane, you know exactly how to make this fun.

Let the waves get loud, let the room get hot,

Leave a little lipstick in all the wrong spots.

Turks in the daytime, but after dark—

Baby, you know exactly where to start.

Bridge

Lock the door, turn the lights down low,

Leave the curtains cracked just enough for the glow.

You say my name and I bite my lip,

Paradise tastes a whole lot better like this.

No shoes, no shirt, no sleeping tonight,

Just tan lines disappearing in the pale moonlight.

If heaven’s got a beach, baby, this is close—

But I still like you better with less clothes.

Final Chorus

Put your hands where they shouldn’t be,

Come a little closer, make a mess of me.

Salt on my skin, your kiss on my neck,

Boy, this vacation ain’t over yet.

Let the waves roll in, let the whole room shake,

We came for the water, stayed for the mistakes.

Turks and Caicos stole my heart—

But Shane after midnight?

That’s my favorite part.

Outro

Yeah, the water’s hot…

But baby, we’re hotter.