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Tekster: Meredith Brooks. Blurring The Edges. Stop.

It's seven in the morning and you're walking out the door
You got no time for coffee
Standing here remembering when my kisses made you late

Gonna take a minute for my morning meditation
But I'm on the phone call, waiting, click done
Under an invasion and I feel like I'm a spinning ball in a lottery cage

If we aren't making love how can we be lovers?
Gonna post a vacancy sign under the covers
Before it gets too late I'm gonna say

"Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now
Ooh, I'm making my move, come on and love me now"

I come home so tired, just wanna put my feet up
You watch Letterman and eat something old I heat up
Then we both fall asleep before the rooster starts to crow

No time to fight, we pretend love is so sweet
When all we're missing is what's between the sheets
Used to find an hour between the start and go

What ever happened to staying up all night
When the bed became our island and it was just you and I
Our troubles would slip away when you said

"Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now
Ooh, I'm making my move come on and love me now"

Time, time, time, time, time
Are we meeting the time?
Just you and I, magic ride, yeah, yeah

If we aren't making love how can we be lovers?
Gonna post a vacancy sign under the covers
Before it gets too late I'm gonna say

"Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now
Ooh, I'm making my move come on and love me now"

"Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now
Ooh, I'm making my move come on and love me now
Right, right now, oh yeah"

"Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now
Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now
Ooh, stop what you're doing and love me now"

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