We spent our week full of passion Like lonely heart assassians Sent the bed sheets a thrashin' As we entered the gates to heaven Back for more at a quarter past seven Turn away your eyes brethern For what you'll see isn't for heaven At a quarter past seven It would be just as well As excitedly we swell Thrusting deeper I ring your bell A story for the ages you can tell Laying in a pool of sweat Talking of the day we met You didn't think it would end up like this I bet I turn you over,I'm back for more We spent the nights on South Carolina's shore I kept coming back for more Starting to get really sore Making love to you was anything but a chore A power thrust I make you bend A unity so perfect it must be heaven sent Now we have had time to mend But will we ever,meet again? 
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