| You take your coat off and throw it on the floor
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| Night delivers you to my arms once more
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| You feel so familiar as you get into bed
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| Cigarette smoke halo around you head
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| You lean over and kiss me so sweet…
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| I could lay with you like this for hours…
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| Hours and hours
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| Building a summer home in your arms
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| I kiss you with the languid adiration of slumber
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| Landin' random as lotto numbers
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| One for each eye
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| And, oops, one on your nose
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| And ten for each of your cute little toes
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| You lean over and kiss me so sweet…
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| I could lay with you like this for hours…
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| Hours and hours…
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| Building a summer home in your arms
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| Am I crazy, do I talk too much?
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| Sometimes I think your silence is a crutch
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| Am I mad, are you married?
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| Oh jesus this love stuff can sure be scary
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| But so sweet… So sweet
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| Here in your arms
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| I’m a bit of a mess and I’m gone too much
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| But when I’m away it’s you I long to touch
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| And certain things remind me it’s such a special treat
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| As these little things that bring you to me
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| You lean over and kiss me so sweet…
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| I could lay with you like this for hours…
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| Hours and hours…
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| Building a summer home in your arms
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| I’m building a summer home in your arms
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| I’m building a summer home in your arms
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| I’m building a summer home in your arms
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| Built with all your charms |