| In the warm room
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| Her perfume reaches you
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| Eventually you’ll fall for her
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| Down you’ll go
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| To where the mellow wallows
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| In the warm room
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| She’ll touch you with your Mamma’s hand
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| You’ll long to kiss those red lips
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| But when you do
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| It’ll feel like kicking a habit
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| She’ll tell you that she’ll stay
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| So you’d better barricade the way out
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| She’ll tell you she’s true
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| She’ll tell you she loves you
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| She’s waiting in that warm room
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| In the warm room
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| She prepares to go to bed
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| She’ll let you watch her undress
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| Go places where
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| Your fingers long to linger
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| In the warm room
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| You’ll fall into her like a pillow
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| Her thighs are soft as marshmallows
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| Say hello
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| To the soft musk of her hollows
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| She’ll tell you that she’ll stay
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| So you’d better barricade the way out
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| She’ll tell you she’s true
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| She’ll tell you she loves you
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| She’s waiting in that warm room
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| In the warm room
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| She’s waiting in that warm room |