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To make love, to you, in the middle of your dream
Its what I wanna do, I need to be closer to you
To hear you moan so loud it sounds like a scream
To slip out of the covers,
without waking my lover,
and let, the smell of fresh coffee open your eyes
Then, suddenly there's a knock at the door
I have a knife in my hand
She said, "Baby accidents happen all the time,
you don't have to do this alone"
she grabbed the cord from the phone,
He picked the wrong day, to pick the wrong house
The corpse is in the living room,
Just this once we'll eat in bed
Ill do the dishes this time baby and then,
then we will clean up the dead
Its what I wanna do, I need to be closer to you
To hear you moan so loud it sounds like a scream
To slip out of the covers,
without waking my lover,
and let, the smell of fresh coffee open your eyes
Then, suddenly there's a knock at the door
I have a knife in my hand
She said, "Baby accidents happen all the time,
you don't have to do this alone"
she grabbed the cord from the phone,
He picked the wrong day, to pick the wrong house
The corpse is in the living room,
Just this once we'll eat in bed
Ill do the dishes this time baby and then,
then we will clean up the dead
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