Martha Wainwright
Martha Wainwright - The Sex Song songtekst
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I don't even know your name Much less or shame (?) You've been comin' round my door Comin' round my door But you don't need to know much To want to feel the touch Of another human being Comin' round your door Comin' round your door Oh & maybe someday I'd like to have a baby Then you would have to Come inside my door Oh that's a metaphor Cause it's all we really need sometimes Love is tiresome at night To fornicate is much more safe It leaves you stoned, deaf, dumb, blind Always a little more high Come inside my door That's a metaphor for life Oh for life Come inside my door That's a metaphor for tonight Oh for tonight Last night I let you in That's okay, we'll cool But it's funny how the difference Rules the earth Rules the earth Oh that goes around & round That's a lot Only time we ever stop Is for that quick moment to refuel the (??) The cumshot Oh the cumshot Come inside my door That's a metaphor for life Oh for life Come inside my door That's my medicine for tonight Oh for tonight I don't even know your name