The Rhythm Of The Pourin' Rain (feat. Bekka Bramlett) lyrics

Board up the windows Lock all the doors Try to remember what a body is for There's bad weather coming The red eye's runnin' red Let's spend that weekend And never leave that bed Turn out the lights like there's no one home Cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Let's tell ole Monday morning Please don't come too soon The storm is still raging Right here in this room Oh what a sweet day To spend our time Still got a little taste of some real good wine Turn out the lights like there's no one home Cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Oh what a fellin' is gonna fill my brain The next time the weatherman says it looks like rain Turn out the lights like there's no one home Cut the wires on the telephone Our hearts are pounding like a hurricane Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain Makin' love to the rhythm of the pourin' rain