Come down here and lie with me,
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Tonight the soil is wet and ready,
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I watched the way you danced tonight,
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And I'm picturing you as I touch my inside.
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Full pink lips and fingertips,
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I'm drinking you in little sips,
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God I love you, God I love you,
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I'm going to do some things I never dared to do.
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I'm going to whisper in your ear,
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Tell you little things,
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Nasty, trashy, dirty love letters,
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More creative than the magazines,
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I'll breathe until you come,
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Kiss you a¢æ?til you're done,
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Three thousand miles away,
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In another state,
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Talking on the telephone.
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My sugar's down deep in South America,
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Singing in Brazil,
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Where the women shake their nature,
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Greased up with fuck-me-pumps and a postage stamp thong.
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Better go back to your room,
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And call me on the telephone,
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Get on my roller coaster ride,
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My tilt-a-whirl,
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My tunnel of love will make your heart unfurl.
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I'm going to whisper in your ear,
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Tell you little things,
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Nasty, trashy, dirty love letters,
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More creative than the magazines,
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I'll breathe until you come,
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Kiss you a¢æ?til you're done,
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Three thousand miles away,
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In another state,
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Talking on the telephone.
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Now that you're gone and I'm on the road,
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Now that you're gone, I'll love you from afar.
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Now that you're gone and I'm on the road,
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Now that you're gone, I'll love you from afar.
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Get back down upon your knees.
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Rip, unzip, undo me, please.
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My legs are oiled up, Mamita's down.
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I've got my brand new four-inch high heels on.
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I'm going to whisper in your ear,
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Tell you little things,
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Nasty, trashy, dirty love letters,
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More creative than the magazines,
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I'll breathe until you come,
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Kiss you a¢æ?til you're done,
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Three thousand miles away,
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In another state,
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Talking on the telephone.
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Now that you're gone and I'm on the road,
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And now that you're gone, I'll love you from afar.
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Now that you're gone and I'm on the road,
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And now that you're gone, I'll love you from afar.
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Sex
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Paula Cole |