I heard it always rains
on days when I'm with you.
How would I know,
spooned deep below
your flannel sheets
and you...

And you lay
bare with me,
the quietude is freed,
with agonizing love I grasp
and hands less
apt, I please...

I'm pleased so, when I see
large sense of quality.
Oh Yes!
Oh Yes!
Oh Yes 'tis true,
it rains when I'm with you.

DESPINA COSTA