Cold part of the country
In the warmer months
Complicated woman, her needs were all too simple
Couldn't give her what she wants
But in the warm glow of a street lamp
I was watching as she slept
I brought a bottle of champagne
And she laid naked as the last time that we met
She said, tell me if you missed me
Spare me all your stories
We do not have much time
From somewhere in the distance
Another place is calling me
Soon I'll say goodbye
But in the warm glow of a street lamp
I was watching as she slept
I brought a bottle of champagne
And she laid naked as the last time that we met
And with her lips upon my fingers
And then my hands dug in her waist
We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside
Sing for me I promise
I'll tell you that you're pretty
I'll tell you that you're mine
Your head upon my shoulder
My fingers in your hair
Tomorrow on my mind
But in the warm glow of a street lamp
I was watching as she slept
I brought a bottle of champagne
And she laid naked as the last time that we met
And with her lips upon my fingers
And then my hands dug in her waist
We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside
Beautiful hotel room
Cold part of the country
In the warmer months
Beautiful hotel room Cold part of the country In the warmer months Complicated woman, her needs were all too simple Couldn't give her what she wants But in the warm glow of a street lamp I was watching as she slept I brought a bottle of champagne And she laid naked as the last time that we met She said, tell me if you missed me Spare me all your stories We do not have much time From somewhere in the distance Another place is calling me Soon I'll say goodbye But in the warm glow of a street lamp I was watching as she slept I brought a bottle of champagne And she laid naked as the last time that we met And with her lips upon my fingers And then my hands dug in her waist We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside Sing for me I promise I'll tell you that you're pretty I'll tell you that you're mine Your head upon my shoulder My fingers in your hair Tomorrow on my mind But in the warm glow of a street lamp I was watching as she slept I brought a bottle of champagne And she laid naked as the last time that we met And with her lips upon my fingers And then my hands dug in her waist We awake to find that all we ever needed was a thing we pushed aside Beautiful hotel room Cold part of the country In the warmer months Explain Request ×
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