A cover for your back, a hand across your heart
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A warm and gentle breath across your spine
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A tingle in the touch, the fires begin to start
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And love becomes intoxicating wine
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The night is full of spark
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The velvet of the dark
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Is warm and soft like fingertips that never leave a mark
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And even if we only sleep the fires are banked inside
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We waken in each others' arms and ride and ride and ride
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Chorus: When the world is racing to attack
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Let me be the wall against your back
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Honey, you just come up to my room
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And let me cup you like a spoon
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You touch me and I burn, I kiss you and you steam
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And when we make connections we explode
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And each time we're apart is one more fever dream
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Just waiting for the next sweet overload
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The night is full of spark
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The velvet of the dark
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Is warm and soft like fingertips that never leave a mark
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You reach for me again and though I'm weary to the core
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A voice so deep inside is crying "More, more, more!"
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Chorus
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Spoon
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| Kathy Mar |
