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A Quick Thing

The pressure is unbearable
But I can't figure out why
I want to keep trying
Because I love you so much
But every time it makes me cry
And still I don't know why

I know you love me, I love you too
Its supposed to be something special
But somehow the stress
Caused by a lack of time
Makes me feel dirty inside
And still I don't know why

It feels good after the initial pain fades
But it doesn't seem to be enough
Somehow the tension doesn't go away
And still I don't know why

Uncontrollably the tears begin to fall
I just don't know how to stop them
They make me feel empty inside
And still I don't know why

Afterwards you have to leave me
That I understand
Then I call you
To hear you say you love me
And that I really do mean something special to you
I listen to you because I trust you
I believe you wouldn't tell me lies
Hearing your voice
And all of the loving things you say
It always makes me feel so much better
About us and what we've done
But then I know why

I guess I just need more time to prepare
Quick fits of passion
Are more than I can stand
The stress has proved to be too much
But whenever a chance comes along
When time is on our side
I will be glad to make love to you
And share more than just a quick thing

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