Lock me in your closet.
They won’t know; they won’t know.
That I will be beside you
When they go--when they go.
I’ll creep up behind you
And kiss you once, maybe twice.
Your dad will come to find you.
So, hide your vice--hide your vice.
Don’t know how much longer
That I can stay--far away.
But, my lust grows stronger
The more I wait--more I wait.
Soon, we’ll be together
When he leaves--when he leaves.
And I’ll be there to hold you
When you sleep--when you sleep.
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