LYRICS

Maybe they know little, perhaps less obvious to me,
know very much hope me warm, let me warm you?
perhaps less they know, maybe my little show,
as gentle hands I stretch, stretch, stretch you.

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you, you tell you feeling heat in my eyes that burn,
I, and I I order you to go barefoot into a fiery passion.

Maybe a little they know, maybe my little show,
as gentle hands I stretch, stretch, stretch you.
I want to gently caress, woven into our hands hands,
a passion for them to know, as I look when they are looking for.

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