When its quitting time and I hear the sound of the keys rattling in the door I know it's time to play,
If I could walk I would leap into your arms,
You would probably think of me all the way home and I'll do the same,
Put away the stress of the day and focus on me,
Kissing your lips is the best medicine,
Can't wait to crawl in bed,
And redo all this tomorrow
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