Those feelings
Those feelings
Grabbing your hand like it’s needed to be hold,
playing with your shirt like it’s required to be fold.
Holding your waist like it’s too damn cold.
I guess my heart has been sold.
Kissing your lips all day long,
it’s like my oxygen comes from your tongue.
Squeezing your body against mine,
with you, oh you. Then everything’s fine.
Tickle your neck like we want to get laid,
but it’s just the begin of our date.
So comfortable when we’re laying down,
you make me go upside-down.
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