Waiting For Lightning To Strike

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Waiting for lightning to strike
Within these summer storms
I’ve found a good woman
Her love keeps me nice & warm

No need to venture out there
For then we’d need to find clothes
I’m content right where I am
Watching everything from my bedroom windows

The Winter Is Too Warm

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The winter is too warm
But it’s too cold for tanlines
The beach not quite deserted
But I think that’s just fine
I could use some freedom
But you’d just call that semantics
Splitting hairs when I’d rather
Be engaging you in some bedroom antics
You’d blush and slap my cheek
But that’s mere foreplay to me
I went kissing a little too low
That’s when you spilt your daiquiri