There’s something about her southern skin
There’s something about the way it shivers when I’m near
There’s something about her shining lips
There’s something about the way they tremble when I breathe
But darling I don’t know how much
We can keep this up, to be together
and if ever had a chance
I’m sure we’d wasted
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