Sometimes it takes raindrops To try and quench my thirst Since memories are non-stop As I'm thinking of my first Rolling on those satin sheets That I just brought yesterday Dripping wet as if conceit Was born on her birthday Smelling like a dozen Rose's Were planted at her feet Telling me in all her poses That she'd be so discreet And not because the secrets That she's wanting me to keep Are written down on leaflets She wants me to repeat The power she holds over me Is nothing more than pain Of loving her like everything She brings me with her reign ...