| Mrs. Jones wakes up, got a lover in her bed
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| She don’t even know the boy’s last name
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| And whatever excuse she makes up
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| For what happened in the sheets
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| Lord knows, some things have got to change
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| Cover Me
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| With rose petal kisses
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| Smother me
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| With wet perfume
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| Hover over me
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| Like you’re pulling at the ocean
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| Tugging at the sand
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| Oh, sweet Gravity’s hands
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| Fill me like the light fills the moon
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| Headlights in the driveway
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| Somebody’s in a car, a door slams
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| Clip clop your man’s come home
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| There’s a tumble, there’s a shakeup
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| A knife falls to the floor
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| God damn, that turns marrow to bone
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| There’s a man inside the parlor
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| His heartbeat paints the floor
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| A voice on his shoulder is whisperin' his name
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| In the heart of a desperate hour
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| Love knocks down all doors
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| Knowing too well it’s too late to lay blame |