"our Days Off"
I hate the clock on the wall....
It makes our time fast and fall....
We try to fill our days with so much....
But we never forget a delicate touch....
It could be a long walk on the city streets....
As we laugh at all the strange people we meet....
A stolen kiss as we ride the train....
Which could lead to more if we don't refrain....
Don't look at the clock, it will tick to fast....
We must salivate and make it last....
Till we're home alone and I can get lost in you...
My watch will stay off for its time for us to brew...
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