Do you understand that I want nothing more,
Than to crawl back under the sheets of your bed?
Away from the cold and into your hold,
Like a sailor lost at sea who's finally found shore.
Honey, believe me for sure, this is a chore.
Oh, the images I create, I still say no to that face.
Oh, the restraint it takes, not to get in the car and race,
Down the highway, through the gate, to your place,
And then I'd push the pace, until we wanted to faint,
Wait! Stop and take a break.
I'm no saint, but surely this ain't,
The moment I want to create,
Oh, for Heaven's sake, just a taste...
No, my conscience makes a stronger case,
Don't be a disgrace, exercise restraint.
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