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She grew tired of waiting, lying in her bed
I arrived very late, she was already asleep
Once again, she's left wanting more
I've made her life miserable again

She grew tired of waiting, that night I dreamt
Of rubbing her clean and wet skin
Once again, she's left wanting more
Once again, she's left with nothing, with nothing

Because she needs me to sleep in her bed
To dine at her table, to dream on her pillow
Because she needs me to climb on top of her
She wants me to move her and kiss her, she's dying for it
She grew tired of waiting, lying in her bed

She grew tired of inventing, of always playing alone
Of rubbing her clean and wet skin
Once again, she's left wanting more
Once again, she's left with nothing, with nothing

Because she needs me to sleep in her bed
To dine at her table, to dream on her pillow
Because she needs me to climb on top of her
She's dying to have me move and kiss her
She grew tired of waiting, lying in her bed

She needs me to sleep in her bed
To dine at her table, to dream on her pillow
Because she needs me to climb on top of her
She's dying to have me move and kiss her
She grew tired of waiting, lying in her bed