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 In the warm room,
Her perfume reaches you,
Eventually you'll fall for her,
Down you'll go to where the mellow wallows.
In the warm room,
She'll touch you with your Mamma's hand,
You'll long to kiss those red lips,
But when you do, it'll feel like kicking a habit.

She'll tell you that she'll stay,
So you'd better barricade the way out,
She'll lell you she's true,
She'll tell you she loves you.
She's waiting in that warm room.

In the warm room,
She prepares to go to bed,
She'll let you watch her undress,
Go places where your fingers long to Iinger,
In the warm room,
You'll fall into her like a pillow,
Her thighs are soft as marshmallows,
Say hello, to the soft musk of her hollows.

She'll tell you that she'll stay,
So you'd better barricade the way out,
She'll lell you she's true,
She'll tell you she loves you.
She's waiting in that warm room.

In the warm room,
She's waiting in that warm room.