Its raining its pouring. I picture you in the morning. The hot
water and the steam, oh the way you feel between both my hands
on your hourglass. Hours pass, I wanna watch you bloom. Gimme
that sweet perfume.
She's like cold coffee in the morning. I'm drunk off
last night's whiskey and coke. She'll make me shiver
without warning. And make me laugh as if I'm in on the
joke.