SOS
Been too long /Might die/ Please kiss
Please touch/ Me soon
I need you to treat me improper
A woman’s hands and these here hips
Your hips and these here hands
Let’s let them pray /For fire
For you /This geiser bursting soon
How long /Till you come
For me will you ever say yes?
With my eyes I trace where you’ve been
Try to find you/ Each time you’ve just left
Your smell there/ I always miss you
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