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505 I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs Stop and wait a sec When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked Not shy of a spark A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs But I crumble completely when you cry 'Cause It seems like once again you've had to greet me with 'Goodbye' I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise And take my hands off of your eyes too soon I'm going back to 505 If it's a seven-hour flight or a forty-five-minute drive In my imagination, you're waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs and a smile And a smile