| Been traveling and it's been too long |
| The weeks feel like months since I've been gone |
| These sheets on my skin, the only I touch I've known |
| Nothing like the feeling that I left back home |
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| Help me remember |
| Though it's hard not to dream about |
| 'Cause it's the one sensation that I can't seem to go without |
| Out of reach but you're close enough so at least I can see your face |
| But I need to feel 'em on me |
| Pull me into your embrace with your |
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| Hands |
| No silk, no satin |
| Just touch me with your hands |
| Your hands |
| Your hands |
| I'll hold on 'til you hold me with your hands |
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| Your hands |
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| Your palms and fingertips stimulate me |
| Curves anticipating |
| I've been meditating |
| On the places your caress could take me |
| In a state of our own making, it's electric |
| Couldn't pull away when it's magnetic |
| When you feel me, you make sure I don't forget it |
| 'Cause this could slip away if you let it |
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| Help me remember |
| Though it's hard not to dream about |
| 'Cause it's the one sensation that I can't seem to go without |
| Out of reach but you're close enough so at least I can see your face |
| But I need to feel 'em on me |
| Pull me into your embrace with your |
|
| Hands |
| No silk, no satin |
| Just touch me with your hands |
| Your hands |
| Your hands |
| I'll hold on 'til you hold me with your hands |
| Your hands |
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