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Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes
Make love with the window open
So everybody knows
That we're finding a new pastime, without any of our clothes
I'm drinking in your skin dear, like nobody else knows
Come back to bed dear, I want you the most
Of any of my vices, you exorcise my ghosts
I let go of my body, I let go of my soul,
I'm nothing in your arms dear, that's what I love the most.
Touch me with your fingers, touch me with your toes
Make love with the curtains open
So everybody knows
That we're finding a new pastime, that can't be put to prose
I'm nothing in your arms dear, that's what I love the most.
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