Charlotte Church - Call My Name

I like the sound of your belt dropping

Your door locking, you jangle your keys, yeah

I like the sound of your heart stopping

Of lips locking, the grazing of knees, yeah

I like the sound of skin touching

Hands fumbling, you do as you please

I like the sound of back on the wall, yeah



And I love it when you call my name

I love it when you call my name

Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame

Yeah I love it when you call my name, n-n-name

I like the sound of your shirt ripping

My will slipping under the table

I like the sound of your hand slapping

Your whip cracking, this could be painful

I may like the rain, I may like the symphony

I may like the feel of your frame on my frame



But I love it when you call my name

I love it when you call my name

Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame

Yeah I love it when you call my name, n-n-name



I may like the rain, I may like the symphony

I may like the feel of your frame on my frame

I may like your touch, I may like you next to me

I may like the sound of your name on my lips

I may like your touch, I may like your remedy

I may like the feel of your hands on my hips

I may like your talk, like your breathing heavily

I like a lot ob things baby, you know me










		
			



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