They're calling for help
They're calling for wind
They're calling for you and me underneath the sheets
While thunder and storms moving in
And I hope it pours
All through the night
And all I wanna see is your shadow on me
In low candlelight
When that power goes black, girl
I know that I'm gonna be there
And your lips will turn me right on
And if these walls start to shake
Know that you're safe riding this out in my arms
Won't it be a shame
When the clouds roll away
And we hear that last drop
And the weatherman stops
Come on, let's go
They're calling for rain
If the records can't play
*** that guitar
Let that tin roof sink
Watch your body sway
As it comes down hard
So baby, hold on
And don't ever let go
I can't get enough
You're tearing me up like a tornado
When that power goes black, girl
I know that your lips will turn me right on
And if this walls start to shake
Know that you're safe riding this out in my arms
Won't it be a shame
When the clouds roll away
And we hear that last drop
And the weatherman stops
Calling for rain
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh




Oh, when that power goes black, girl, I know that your lips will turn me right on
If this won't start to shake, know that you're safe right in this sound in my arms
Oh, won't it be a shame when the clouds roll away and we hear that last drop in the way the man stops
Calling for rain, calling for rain
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