Rain, rain on a Tuesday.
The clouds are crying `cause they can`t wash me away.
Now you`ve got me in your pocket,
We fly away above the storm in your space rocket.
You`re my sun and I`m your satellite.
Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
You`re my sun and I`m your satellite.
And now I know how it feels
To get it right.
Naked in the afternoon.
Bellies soaked in sweat and evening comes too soon.
I wrap my world around your body,
And it feels so good not to have to say I`m sorry.
You`re my sun and I`m your satellite.
Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
Well you`re my sun and I`m your satellite.
Now I know how it feels.
And I`ll keep coming right back to you now,
I`ll keep coming right back to you now, yes I will.
And I`ll keep coming right back to you now,
But will you keep standing still?
You`re my sun and I`m your satellite.
Have me in your gravity and holding me so tight.
You`re my sun and I`m your satellite.
Now I know how it feels
To get it right.
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