Moving across your body is like walking through a field of land mines
I swear that's how i feel as i stare at your tan lines
the feeling of your skin beneath my fingertips
is just too much as i drag them across your hips
this is so serious, but i tell way too many jokes
but i can't laugh as our tongues are tieing up like ropes
i've got your head in my hands and your hair in my fingers
the night never ends because your smell always lingers
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