My love, I know you don’t like lightning,
It’s fury is too much.
So close your eyes, my darling
When our lips almost touch!
They’ll touch, then press together,
Great thunder, it will roll!
Enjoy the stormy weather,
Eyes closed, and open soul.
My love, I know you don’t like lightning,
It’s fury is too much.
So close your eyes, my darling
When our lips almost touch!
They’ll touch, then press together,
Great thunder, it will roll!
Enjoy the stormy weather,
Eyes closed, and open soul.