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I like the sound of your belt dropping |
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Your door locking, you tangle your keys, yeah |
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I like the sound of your heart stopping |
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Of lip locking, the gracing of knees, yeah |
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I like the sound of skin touching |
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Hands fumbling, you do as you please |
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I like the sound of back on the wall, yeah |
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Shelves falling, oh yes indeed |
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And I love it when you call my name |
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I love it when you call my name |
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Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame |
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Yeah I love it when you call my name, n-n-name |
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I like the sound of your shirt ripping |
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My will slipping under the table |
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I like the sound of your hand slapping |
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Your whip cracking, this could be painful |
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I may like the rain, I may like the symphony |
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I may like the feel of your frame on my frame |
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But I love it when you call my name |
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I love it when you call my name |
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Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame |
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Yeah I love it when you call my name, n-n-name |
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I may like the rain, I may like the symphony |
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I may like the feel of your frame on my frame |
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I may like your touch, I may like you next to me |
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I may like the sound of your name on my lips |
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I may like your touch, I may like your remedy |
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I may like the feel of your hand on my hips |
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I may like your talk, like your breathing heavily |
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I like a lot of things baby, you know me |
