The Doors, hard and rough
Frank Sinatra, soft and slow.
Listen to our sounds!
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Winter on the beach
We walk along hand in hand
Enjoying the warmth.
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You look good in black
Secretly mysterious
Showing off for me.
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Lay across my lap
The tenderness I will show
Reddening your skin.
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Sheri Sioux, my love,
Collared consort, vixen tribe,
Escaping freely.
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Take me to that place
That we both want to go to
Where we are just one.
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