It`s the season, rain falls on her again.
But she looks gorgeous with wet hair.
And she comes in the night, takes my light,
But i don`t fight cos i know, she calls..
My name,
My name,
My name.
Don`t don`t stop her she`s on a roll,
take your body, use your soul.
I know.
As sunlight burns her shadow away,
Her eyes so silent but still they say,
So many expressions.
Her feet two inches off the wood,
Her flowing dress reveals her shape, so tempting.
She calls...
My Name.