In the warm room
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Her perfume reaches you.
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Eventually you'll fall for her.
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Down you'll go
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To where the mellow wallows.
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In the warm room
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She'll touch you with your Mamma's hand.
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You'll long to kiss those red lips,
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But when you do
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It'll feel like kicking a habit.
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She'll tell you that she'll stay,
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So you'd better barricade the way out.
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She'll tell you she's true.
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She'll tell you she loves you.
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She's waiting in that warm room.
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In the warm room
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She prepares to go to bed.
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She'll let you watch her undress,
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Go places where
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Your fingers long to linger.
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In the warm room
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You'll fall into her like a pillow.
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Her thighs are soft as marshmallows.
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Say hello
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To the soft musk of her hollows.
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She'll tell you that she'll stay,
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So you'd better barricade the way out.
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She'll tell you she's true.
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She'll tell you she loves you.
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She's waiting in that warm room.
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In the warm room.
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She's waiting in that warm room.
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In The Warm Room
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| Kate Bush |
