
Psalmix
Duration
0:00
Genre
pop ballad
Quality
Hi-Fi
[Verse]
Sunday, six a.m., the lot's half bare,
Cold water needling my skin,
I towel off slow, pretending not to care,
Watching for your gap-toothed grin.
The regulars all know the drill by heart,
Fifteen breaths, then out we climb,
But you count slow with your hand on my back,
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