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It's a hot and sticky night in the Bay Area, you're listening to Riviera FM and this is Metronomy: She Wants..
She sleeps her soul
So soft and trim
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
I call her shots
'Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on them
Oh, Girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
She sleeps her soul
So soft and trim
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
I call her shots
'Til you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on them
Oh, Girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
I'm gone in hopes of getting tired
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
I call her shots
Till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come
Lyrics submitted by grischkaja008
Track duration: 03:51
"She Wants" as written by Joseph Patrick Mount
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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So soft I tread
Arranging papers
Around the bed
And if she's dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with her by reading light
A glass of water by her side
And gone are hopes of getting tired
I'll call the shots
'till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
Then twitching lips
And twitching arms
And there you're lying
Your make up on
And girl if you're dreaming deep tonight
I'll lie with you by reading light
A glass of water by your side
And gone are hopes of getting tired
I'll call the shots
'till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours go
I'll call the shots
'till you wake up
Count every second
On every clock
It's getting late
Yeah that I know
The hours come
The hours come
The hours come (x 16)