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Under the covers.
Under the sheets.
It is really neat.
The TV is off.
Off the TV. She is waiting for me.
Off come the clothes.
We know how this goes.
The lights are low.
A feeling she don't hide.
Her, she wants me, see deep inside to go.
A river of love flow.
There's a thing I know.

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