| Beautiful hotel room
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| Cold part of the country
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| In the warmer months
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| Complicated woman her needs were all too simple
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| Couldn’t give her what she wants
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| But in the warm glow of a street lamp
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| I was watching as she slept
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| I brought a bottle of champagne
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| And she laid naked as the last time that we met
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| She said, tell me if you missed me
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| Spare me all your stories
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| We do not have much time
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| From somewhere in the distance
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| Another place is calling me
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| Soon I’ll say goodbye
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| But in the warm glow of a street lamp
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| I was watching as she slept
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| I brought a bottle of champagne
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| And she laid naked as the last time that we met
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| And with her lips upon my fingers
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| And then my hands dug in her waist
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| We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside
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| Sing for me I promise
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| I’ll tell you that your pretty
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| I’ll tell you that your mine
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| Your head upon my shoulder
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| My fingers in your hair
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| Tomorrow on my mind
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| But in the warm glow of a street lamp
|
| I was watching as she slept
|
| I brought a bottle of champagne
|
| And she laid naked as the last time that we met
|
| And with her lips upon my fingers
|
| And then my hands dug in her waist
|
| We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside
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| Beautiful hotel room
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| Cold part of the country
|
| In the warmer months |