Lirieke: Arab Strap. Amor Veneris.

The rain woke us up
You turned 'round and just did it
Good mornin', slow down
Have you remembered where you hid it?

You cried in the kitchen
We made up in the hall
I watched you get dressed
Those boots make you too tall

And we made each other late
'Cause I took my watch off there
So it wouldn't scratch your skin
Or get tangled in your hair

It wasn't long ago
We went on guided tours
But I forgot what it meant
To pretend my hand is yours

It's best in the mornin'
When we know it won't be rushed
So leave the curtains closed
And come back when you've brushed