Raining Pleasure

Am C
Am C Am

Refrain:
F C Am  D
Am G Am

Trail through the wilderness
Dryest season known to us
Think about you all the time
Think about you all the time

Trail through the sinfulness
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Dryest season known to us
Dreamed I saw it all come down
Dreamed I saw my pleasure raining 
down

Refrain:
Salty lips to taste skin to touch
Nothing matters very much
In your arms its a raining pleasure
I believe its raining pleasureer

Too little cash too much time to 
kill
Buried alive in a shack on the side 
of a hill
Hasn't rained for fifteen years
Hasn't rained for fifteen years

Been three weeks I can't get through
Phone is dead. Baby is that you?
Been three weeks I can't get through
Phone is dead. Baby is that you?
Baby is that you?

Refrain:
Salty lips to taste skin to touch
Nothing matters very much
In your arms its a raining pleasure
I believe its raining pleasure