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The touch of your lips next to mine |
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Gets me excited, makes me feel fine |
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The touch of your hand, your sweet hello |
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The fire inside you when you're holding me close |
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Your love so warm and tender, the thrill is so divine |
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It is all these things that make you mine, make you mine |
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If you would leave, |
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I surely would die |
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When you were ten minutes late, |
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I started to cry |
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I've got it bad, it's all right |
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As long as you're here every night |
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Your love so warm and tender, the thrill is so divine |
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It is all these things baby, that make you mine |
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Your love so warm and tender, the thrill is so divine |
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It is all these things that make you mine |
