When its late and the rain pours and i wonder whos curves are at the door

Id rather ring you until you open wider while i fall deep inside yah

Am i wrong to have fantasies and longings to give you long things

Put you on your side to hear your moaning 

Feeling like a rock stuck in a pipe waiting to burst when it get to tight 

Let that water drip and make wave that echos to the mornin...

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