It's the time of the season
when love runs high In this
time, give it to me easy
And let me try with pleasured
hands to take you in the sun
to Promised Lands to show you
every one It's the time of the
season for loving
What's your name? Who's your
daddy? Is he rich like me?
Has he taken any time to show
you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly Tell
you what I really want to know
It's the time of the season for
loving
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