Come Out to Play

Markermorse, Perlstein, Elbling, Perry

NOTE: 2.7 MB .mp3 file

Turn down your attraction, you're way too bright.
You're like a thousand suns and Christmas night.
Two illusions don't always make a right.

The scent of perfume, the sweat of your skin.
Your smell fills the air when I get in.
But close your legs baby, it's probably a sin.

Taste your touch, no reaction.
I hear your eyes as they look away.
Your sensual form follows all my functions.
Knock, knock, knock, can your senses come out to play?

My body aches and it twists, it begs like a dog.
But don't worry honey, `cause you know this won't take long.
My nerves are firing like a psycho with a gun.

Your lips teasing my ear as you whisper a name.
It may not be mine, but honey you're not to blame.
It's all part of the rules in this sexual game.

Taste your touch, no reaction.
I hear your eyes as they look away.
Your sensual form follows all my functions.
Knock, knock, knock, can your senses come out to play?


Come Out to Play is copyright 1994 Liberal Materialists Music.

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