- cifra
Hey, C'mmon
And take off all the clothes
That you have worn
And make love to me
Until the sun, comes up
Or until we decide
We are done
Hold me
Until
All the prayers
That go to heaven
Get an answer
You are absurd
You say the cutest things
I've ever heard
I don't think that
I could take another word
Oh my head
Might explode
And I might have to
Go to heaven
Love me
Love me
Love me
No, I said
I do not think that
It's all in your head
But we may not find out
Until we're dead
Or until the
Earth explodes
And everybody
Goes to heaven
Ohhhhh…..
