Its nearly eleven Do you think well stand the test of time you are a cloud short of heaven But you know i want you to be mine And I sitting here waiting Yeah, its getting frustrating
Got to go to the garage-uh Got to get some fags and make some tea Can you lend me enough wedge Do you want to walk up there with me And imsitting here waiting Yeah, tired of debating
Wi will you do me, do me now
Weve been up all night I can feel a strange attraction And its getting light But i can not spur you into action Sure not alone, but Imso on my own, Oh
Its a quarter to seven Dont you think weve stayed up long enough you are a cloud short of heaven But Id love to see you strut your stuff And Imsitting here waiting Yeah, we could be x-rated We could be oh so happy We could be oh so happy
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