down there

Step into my room
If you dare
And see my love for you
Laid bare

Sometimes I wonder if it's real
And if you care
I guess the point is moot
Cause you're right there

Walking back through the rain
To your place
I saw through the streets
A glimpse of lace

Stealing glances at your lips
Your poker face
I guess the point is moot
As we embrace

Hey, so you wanna come upstairs?
OK, come on up!
Hahahaha
Can I get you anything to drink?
Beer, wine, whiskey... scotch??
Red or white?
Good answer!



Credits
Writer(s): John Phillip Payne
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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