A Special Night . . .
We are walking home It's a special night The moon is rising up And our spirits are high
I open the door And let us in Clothes on the floor It’s the beginning of sin
The moon is shining down It's lighting your skin Looking away Is the hardest thing
My lips lock yours Our tongues meet and play I bite your neck A moan slips away
The feelings so strong The right time is now The candles are swaying Watching the shadows make love . . .
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