Sunday Rain
Thunder wakes me up
And I roll around in bed
Raindrops hit the roof
Wish you were hitting the spot instead
I look at my phone, no missed calls
Don’t know why I am surprised
We spent hours the night before talking
You must be getting some shut-eye
I get up and put my shorts on
And hit the gym to sweat
At this time, I need some distraction
Too much pounding between my legs
All this rain falling in vain
All this time on my hands
This is what I call pain
Again I curse distance!
And I won’t call anyone else
That’s not how I am
If I want you, it’s you I want
Only you can give me satisfaction
When I see you, the rain better pour
I have so much planned for you
So much love I have in store
Just want to shower it on you
I don’t turn on any music
I let the rainfall make the sounds
They say this is the time for lovemaking
I wonder what you’re doing now
In this Sunday Rain
And I roll around in bed
Raindrops hit the roof
Wish you were hitting the spot instead
I look at my phone, no missed calls
Don’t know why I am surprised
We spent hours the night before talking
You must be getting some shut-eye
I get up and put my shorts on
And hit the gym to sweat
At this time, I need some distraction
Too much pounding between my legs
All this rain falling in vain
All this time on my hands
This is what I call pain
Again I curse distance!
And I won’t call anyone else
That’s not how I am
If I want you, it’s you I want
Only you can give me satisfaction
When I see you, the rain better pour
I have so much planned for you
So much love I have in store
Just want to shower it on you
I don’t turn on any music
I let the rainfall make the sounds
They say this is the time for lovemaking
I wonder what you’re doing now
In this Sunday Rain
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