| 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 '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 '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,
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| And I’m on the road,
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| Now that you’re gone,
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| 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,
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| Mamita is 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 '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,
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| And I’m on the road,
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| Now that you’re gone,
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| I’ll love you from afar.
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| (repeat.)
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| We were born into this life to cry and yearn and learn and die.
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| We lose the plot, we play the parts,
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| But only once we have this heart,
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| This chance between
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| 2 lifetimes, constellations-sparkling-lectric-energy,
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| The pull between,
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| 2 lifetimes, take my hand and walk upon the path with me,
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| Reality, is love.
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| All we leave behind is lost,
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| Just things to gather lust and dust.
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| The house for sale, the grand estates,
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| The echoes of the somebodies,
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| Who sought love in
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| 2 lifetimes, constellations-sparkling-lectric-energy,
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| The pull between,
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| 2 lifetimes, blessed holy moment in the unity,
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| The most sacred thing,
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| 2 lifetimes, take my hand and walk upon the path with me,
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| Reality,
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| 2 lifetimes, rivers under bridges past and future meet,
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| The way between.
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| 2 lifetimes.
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| All that lives is love. |