Rain, rain go away, come again another day
When I say it's OK to give a little hell to pay.
And every time he makes his way into my sheets,
The hours and minutes, and the days turn into weeks.
And I know you're so good, but I have to be a fool,
for making you and allowing you to get control of my heart.
And every time he makes his way into my sheets,
The hours and minutes, and the days turn into weeks.