3 am and I'm at your door again
And the witching hour has always been our friend
My body never listens to my heart
It just follows your voice out here in the dark
Do you really want me?
Do you really need me?
Or is this just lust again?
Don't ask no questions, you won't hear any lies
I'll just rest my head right here on your thighs
I'll wait 'til your breathing slows to sleep
And I'll let myself softly back outside
Do I really want you?
Do I really need you?
Or is this just lust again?
Again
Again and again
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