| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| She said as it came pouring down
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| It feels like kisses on my skin
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| She spread her arms and spun around
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| In a summer island storm
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| In a field of sugarcane
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| She taught me how and showed me why
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| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| And sometimes it rained all night
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| And everything she did was perfect
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| And every way we were was right
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| We loved like there was no tomorrow
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| Then suddenly tomorrow came
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| And it was raining at the airport
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| And kept on raining on the plane
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| She only loved me for a season
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| But my heart won’t ever be the same
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| Even now her love’s the reason
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| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| And sometimes when it’s pouring down
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| I feel her kisses on my skin
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| I spread my arms and spin around
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| And let that summer island storm
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| Hit me like a hurricane
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| It’s like she’s right here whispering
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| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| She followed me back to the city
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| In a picture in my mind
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| She’s still young and she’s still pretty
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| And even after all this time
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| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| She said as it came pouring down
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| It feels like kisses on my skin
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| She spread her arms and spun around
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| In a summer island storm
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| In a field, in a field of sugarcane
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| She taught me how and showed me why
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| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| She taught me how and she’s still why
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| There’s something sexy about the rain
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| Something sexy about the rain
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| Feels like kisses on my skin
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| In a summer island storm
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| Something sexy |