Fix the lights, fix the fridge,
fix the faucet, fix the kids, fix my worries, fix my brain.
Hang me out like a scarecrow in the
wind and the rain... in the pouring rain.
But Your hands, Your touch
How could I ever get enough?
I wanna know if you feel the same way?
I use to pull a crowd, pull the shade
Pull the coroner's sheets over the mess that we made.
There's figures moving in the shadows, I got my hand on a blade
They say it's wise to pick your battles in
the old crying game when it's pouring rain.
Your hands, Your sweat
How could I ever forget?
I wanna know if you feel the same way?
I wanna know if you feel the same way?
(Woman I can still feel)
Your hands, Your sweat
How could I ever forget?
Your arms, Your thighs
That's every reason to tell these lies.
And I wanna know if you feel the same way?
I wanna know if you feel the same way... in the pouring rain?
In the pouring rain.