what a thrill
it must be
to run my hands
through your hair
what a pleasure
it must be
to laugh under
linen sheets
oh, what a rush
it must be
to graze
your lips
oh, the thought of you
what a thrill
it must be
to run my hands
through your hair
what a pleasure
it must be
to laugh under
linen sheets
oh, what a rush
it must be
to graze
your lips
oh, the thought of you
