| We went out for a meal to a restaurant she found
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| Walked back holding hands through a quiet part of town
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| Her place was hung with scarves and lit by tiny lights
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| Country music on the player, she said «won't you stay the night?»
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| And morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| We kissed, it seemed like hours on her lovers' chair
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| Her hands made expeditions through my tangled hair
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| Her neck was doused in musk, its skin sweet to my tongue
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| I held her in my arms as in my arms she clung
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| And morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| We undressed each other gently with care and emphasis
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| And each uncovered piece of skin was welcomed by a kiss
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| Her blouse and pencil skirt fell tumbling to the ground
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| The country record ended, our breath the only sound
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| And morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Her bed was piled with pillows, and a blanket she had sewed
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| We ventured underneath, and slowly I unlocked her code
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| I worshiped her with hands, with tongue and breath and song
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| The answering of her body told me where to linger long
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| And morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| There was rhythm in the night, there was magic in the room
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| She drew herself on top, her eyes shone like the moon
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| Her loving mouth, her sensuous hands, and all that they expressed
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| But here I draw the veil, you must imagine all the rest
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| We lay in holy silence, our bodies still entwined
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| She thought she’d found her love of loves, and I thought I’d found mine
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| This folly would be shattered but not while we remained
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| Under night’s enchantment, safe in darkness’s domain
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| And morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon
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| Morning came too soon |