
Well I heard that it might be raining bed sheets and lover's words, let's throw out the hotel comforter and hang the 'Do not disturb'. Sign me up for the storm, I'll wear my suit for the shower, 'cause I'll have you to keep me warm in the coldest hour. And when the darkness falls under your hair, there I'll be. And crazy is the forecast all week.
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every kiss, every hug is so light on the touch, delicate like a snowflake; well I can taste, I can taste, I can taste, I can taste you all over my face. And everyone might find me foolish to not be counting on the sun, but your mouth is my umbrella now, and I'm holding your tongue. And if the rain should fall, for sure with you I'll be. And crazy is the forecast all week. And there's a good chance in hell, like cats and dogs we'll be flying, and
I'm no weatherman but you are lightning, and striking. Here comes the sun, and the rain, all at once. How it sing in the midst of the morning, pull up a blanket of a cloud, and await for the warning of another come down, because the water is healthy for the roses in your cheeks. My well holds plenty for penny wishin' in your deep end.
And when the lights go out, no doubt, with you I'll be. And crazy is the forecast all week. And if the rains should fall, for sure with you I'll be. Because crazy is the forecast all week long. Crazy is the forecast.