Come lie with me; and we'll not tell
Fibs to all who'd ask.
Under the bridge your back arches still,
I'll paddle your gentle ass.

The hills that beckon my eyes,
Your valleys demand my hands
And every drop of water falls
Tastes like your scented glands

Your heart that beats is rising
Pressing at my nerves
And every time you move that way
I feel your echo's curves

Your whisper hoarse and rippled
You thought you'd take a break
But every pause and start we take
Makes your leaves and branches shake

Shake, shake, shake, shake

Come lie with me; and we'll not tell
Fibs to all who'd ask.
Under the bridge your back arches still,
While I paddle your gentle ass.

I'll paddle your gentle ass.

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