Baby the rain come down
beat itself up on the ground
Baby I can hear
the wind
because it blows
so very loud
when thunder and lightning
come out of the cloud
I want you to stay
don't run away
baby its love making time
its love making time
I can kiss your sweet lips
I can hold your body real tight
I want to get romantic!
because to me
its such a
beautiful night
Baby its love making time!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dorsey, this sounds like a good song!