I want to make love, to you,
In the sweet, summer rain.
Atop a barren plateau,
Or on a grassy plain.
On a soft, sandy beach
With a bottle of champagne.
Listening to the thunder roll,
I soon forget my pain.
Feeling the blood flowing
Throughout every vein.
I want to make love, to you,
In the sweet, summer rain.
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