M I L C - One Foot on the Floor
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Well, I woke up and rolled over hard this morning;
The early light breaks through the warmth.
I touch and kiss, hoping to succeed,
With subtle hints of my instinctive need.
It feels like something's gotten in our way,
You reach around and check the space.
It doesn't take much to make me go,
In the early light a little to and fro.
It never seems to get enough of it.
It never seems to get this way.
Looks won't kill and a squeeze is a thrill,
If it dies I only know of one way.
Know of one way.
I need a little inspiration.
Well, I woke up and rolled over hard this morning;
The early light breaks through the warmth.
I touch and kiss, hoping to succeed,
With subtle hints of my instinctive need.
It feels like something's gotten in our way,
You reach around and check the space.
It doesn't take much to make me go,
In the early light a little to and fro.
It never seems to get enough of it.
It never seems to get this way.
Looks won't kill and a squeeze is a thrill,
If it dies I only know of one way.
Know of one way.
I need a little inspiration.