Preatures (The)
The First Night
Your girl brings you fruit fresh in a basket
Your girl knows the question, she don’t ask it
Your girl takes the front seat to be closer
Your girl doesn’t take much more to know her
She’ll give you the best head of your life
When you see that heavy look in her eyes
Baby, like the first night
And she’s tired of waiting up for you
'Cause she’s got a lot of things to do
Like the minefield she’s treading into
Just to get her message through
You gotta know that she’s the sensitive kind
And only tenderness can reach her right
Baby, like the first night
Well, you don’t say to the ocean, "Stop your motion"
These waves are irrational
And you don’t say to a rosebud, "No, not this month"
Rosie, you’re delusional
Your girl sticks her tongue out in a downpour
SongtexteYour girl picks herself up off the floor
Your girl, by now she knows the score
And she’s there waiting at your door
Can you honestly say you’re tired
When she’s standing there like a bride?
Ready for the first night
Love her like the first night
Love her like the first night
Or it’ll be the last time
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