your knocking on my door
dont you realise its half four
the moon is high
i will not lie
i need my bed
i really want to rest my head
we stand for a while
then you start to smile
whilst you gently lead me to my room
i know what going to happen soon
now am wide awake
i can honestly say that with you there is no need to fake
but i better say goodnight
as we can easily carry on i the morning light
do you belive this is it
is this the best bit
it cant be this it just cant be lust
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