| Does it feel good
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| When I touch you?
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| Does it feel better
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| That I’m here for you?
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| Is it my heart, that you desire?
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| Is it my soul, that you want too?
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| You’re broken-hearted
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| You’re departure is haunting me
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| You’re onto something… so can I be the first to know.
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| How… to love
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| Can I have you take your clothes off?
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| That’s all you ever want when we’re alone…
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| And when I start to hold you closer
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| You’re crying in my ear, «please don’t let go»
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| I wish you’d come to me. |
| more often
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| And whenever it rains
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| I’ll follow you to…
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| Your room is where I’m strongest
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| Your bed’s where I belong
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| I’m not supposed to be here
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| Cause your man is on his way home
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| So hurry up and take your clothes off
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| That’s all you ever want when we’re alone
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| And when I start to hole you closer
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| You’re crying in my ear, «please don’t let go»
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| I wish you’d come to me, more often
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| And whenever it rains, I’ll follow you
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| I wish you’d come to me
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| More often
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| And whenever it rains
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| I’ll follow you
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| So hurry up and… |