I don't want the TV,
I don't want the radio.
I don't want the 2-way,
I don't want the cell...
They can hit you up later.
I do want you,
In my bed,
In the shower,
On my kitchen counter,
Hour after hour.
I want the flicker of candles,
I want the bubble bath,
I want the rose petals...
You do the math.
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