Sweet November: Sweet November

My thoughts are plauged by sweet November

But I'd love nothing more right now

To return those thoughts to their sender

I sigh and I furrow my brow

The thoughts of sweet November

Make me pause to think

And they make me paralyzed with pleasure

But then my heart begins to sink

The swarm of fantasies for sweet November

They tease and taunt me

But I know time will pass much slower

For me to be completely free

But I just embrace the thoughts of sweet November

And the thoughts of painful pleasure fine

No harm in thinking about the shiver

I'll get from that sweet love of mine

In sweet November