I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec Oh when you look at me like that my darling What did you expect I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked Not shy of a spark A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye I'm always just about to go and spoil a suprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven hour flight or a forty five minute drive In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs and a smile
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