Open the door, come on through
Out of breath the lover in you
Hot lips, hot hands, hoTter skin
Twilight face shadowing
Looking through the bottom of your glass
Stretching like a lazy cat
Your body so smooth and bright
Fading inside the light
Touch you, stroke you finger light
Awaking, aching, moving things
Your black eyes close and you burn alive
You open up like a rose of night
She's leaving but she's left
Her smile, her lips, her breath
She'll come back just the same
And ask me once again
Whose's that lipstich on the glass?
Whose's that lipstich on the glass?
Whose's that lipstich on the glass?
Touch you, stroke you finger light...
She's leaving but she's left...
Open the door, come on through...
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