Look Iīm standing naked before you
Donīt you want more then my sex
I can scream as loud as your last one
But I canīt claim innocence
Oh God
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isnīt forever
And itīs not the weather
Hand me my leather
I could just pretend that you love me
The night would lose all sense of fear
But why do I need you to love me
When you canīt Hold what I hold dear
Oh God
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isnīt forever
And itīs not the weather
Hand me my leather
I almost ran over an angel
He had a nice big fat cigar
"In a sense" he said "Youīre alone here
So if you jump you best jump far"
Oh God
Could it be the weather
Oh God
Why am I here
If love Isnīt forever
And itīs not the weather
Hand me my leather
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