Текст песни Charlotte Church - Call My Name

I like the sound of your belt dropping 
Your door locking, you tangle your keys, yeah 
I like the sound of your heart stopping 
Of lip locking, the gracing of knees, yeah 
I like the sound of skin touching 
Hands fumbling, you do as you please 
I like the sound of back on the wall, yeah 
Shelves falling, oh yes indeed 

And I love it when you call my name 
I love it when you call my name 
Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame 
Yeah I love it when you call my name, n-n-name 

I like the sound of your shirt ripping 
My will slipping under the table 
I like the sound of your hand slapping 
Your whip cracking, this could be painful 
I may like the rain, I may like the symphony 
I may like the feel of your frame on my frame 

But I love it when you call my name 
I love it when you call my name 
Both ends of the candle burnt by the flame 
Yeah I love it when you call my name, n-n-name 

I may like the rain, I may like the symphony 
I may like the feel of your frame on my frame 
I may like your touch, I may like you next to me 
I may like the sound of your name on my lips 
I may like your touch, I may like your remedy 
I may like the feel of your hand on my hips 
I may like your talk, like your breathing heavily 
I like a lot of things baby, you know me

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