Warmth inside
Why does the heart sing
For it is her eyes that play
That song of sultry want
Deep inside it stirs the desires of want
The tiger wants his vixen
Playing until the sun rises
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Why does the heart sing
For it is her eyes that play
That song of sultry want
Deep inside it stirs the desires of want
The tiger wants his vixen
Playing until the sun rises