The lights are on
The books were read
You walked in
Your ankles tied
Your mouth dried up
Your eyes just flew
A couple words
You walked out
I never knew once
I could feel so tough
Baby, Baby
I had that ice
Fire with water
Chilled with a twist
Of lemon
No need to look back
No reason to act
Baby
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