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If I could bottle up the chills you give me, I would keep them in a jar next to
my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman, it is you that would come
flowing from my pen
my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman, it is you that would come
flowing from my pen
Leaving your clothes on the floor
Making me walk out the door and
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman
Making me walk out the door and
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman
Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun and as she burned me, I am
screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become, pop me open spit me out onto
the floor.
Leaving your smell on my coat
Leaving your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become, pop me open spit me out onto
the floor.
Leaving your smell on my coat
Leaving your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.