The Rest Is History

The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine
 The way your eyes dissolve and lock up tight with mine
 The sweetness of your skin takes my love and pulls me in
 All the memories that begin and end with you then fly back once again
 And the rest is not a mystery all things being equal
 The best plot is a love story and here comes the sequal
 And the rest is history... um hum
 The sound your breathing makes when you are satisfied
 The shape your body takes when you are by my side
 The angle of the light strokes us in the afternoon
 The way I hold on tight as if my life depended upon you
 And in my way I try to be someone with affection
 The future's not a certainty it's only a direction
 And the rest is history... um hum... baby baby baby baby
 um hum... baby baby baby baby
 The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine
 The way your eyes dissolve and lock up tight with mine
 The angle of the light stokes us in the afternoon
 The way I hold on tight as if my life depended upon you
 And the rest is not a mystery all things are equal
 The best plot is a love story and here comes the sequal
 And in my way I try to be something of an equal
 The future's not a certainty but here comes the sequal
 And the rest is history ah yeah
 And the rest is history um hum
 And the rest is history
 Um yeah baby baby baby baby
 Um... baby baby baby baby