(G. Thomas)
Pad the walls.
Lock the door.
I don't wanna hear it when her -
her passion calls
I won't...
hear it. I won't...
hear it, hear it, hear it!
No, no, no, but I lie.
Draw the blinds.
Seal the gates!
I feel she's comin'
and I feel that it's too late.
But I won't...
hear it. I won't...
hear it, hear it, hear it!
No, no, no, but I lie.
Oh, she knows that I would crawl
I'd go tearin' down the walls
when I...
hear it -
Her passion call.
Yeah, her passion calls all night.
Ah, you know, you know she says,
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