(Hazzard)
The hour is very late,
And I can see you're getting worried
The coffee's finished, candles low
And soon you'll be asleep
Long walk on the night is chilly
And my room is cosy
I've got a feeling,
You won't be leaving tonight.
Never thought to ask you
Why you really came to see me
Was it just a picture bin
No neatly on the wall.
Candle lights place shadows
Of your figure on the ceiling
I've got a feeling
You won't be leaving at all.
I don't try to fight it baby
I see the lovelight in your eyes
Just hold me tight then baby
You treat and I'm not telling lies.
Never thought to ask you
Why you really came to see me
Was it just a picture bin
No neatly on the wall.
Candle lights place shadows
Of your figure on the ceiling
I've got a feeling
You won't be leaving at all.
I've got a feeling
You won't be leaving at all.
I've got a feeling
You won't be leaving at all.
I've got a feeling
You won't be leaving tonight.
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