B.O.B.B.Y, I've got a tale to tell you'll die,
Wait up for me, wait up
Wait up for me, wait up.
Bound from head to the heal,
The blade that she held was real,
Oh a light kept the fear where it lay,
Painted in a dark shade of grey.
I don't care what the weatherman said,
He doesn't know what's in my head, well
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain, Oh,
Maybe I like the rain.
Beat down on to my knees,
Made it all the harder to breath, easy,
Knee back unable to move,
Tells me that it's all over soon, hardly.
I don't care what the weatherman said,
He doesn't know what's in my head, well
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain, Oh,
Maybe I like the rain.
Oooooooh...
Bobby don't get me wrong amid tomfoolery,
Fear gave way to the peak of ecstasy,
The lady from the TV made a man outta me
Oooooooh...
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain,
Maybe I like the rain.

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