| I’m getting lost in your curls
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| I’m drawing pictures on your skin,
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| So soft it twirls
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| I like your looks when you get mean
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| I know I shouldn’t say so but when you
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| Claw me like a cat, I’m beaming
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| I like the way you squeeze my hand
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| Pulling me to another dream,
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| A lucid dream.
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| I’m getting lost in your curls
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| I’m getting crushed out on the things
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| that only I should see
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| They’re not for boys, they’re just for me
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| Hurry to talk, from far away
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| I can see you
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| You curl your fists and you pull your hair
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| When we’re alone, I wanna say
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| Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe
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| Put on the dress that I like
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| It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
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| Keep on your stockings for a while
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| Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
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| I’m getting lost in your curls
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| I’m getting rushed back on a whim,
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| Our breaths gets weird
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| Back to the time when we were green
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| I know we have changed
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| But I still grin 'cause I can’t wait to see you
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| Back to the time I touched your hand
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| When I was so scared to look at me,
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| I think it’s weird
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| I’m getting lost in your curls
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| I’m getting crushed out on the things
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| that only I should see
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| They’re not for boys, they’re just for me
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| When we can talk from far away
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| It’s so hard for me
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| Only to get the urge to kiss you there
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| When we’re alone, I wanna say
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| Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe
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| Put on the dress that I like
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| It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
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| Keep on your stockings for a while
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| Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying…
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| Put on the dress that I like
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| It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
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| Keep on your stockings for a while
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| Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your
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| Blue eyeshadow
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| It’s not exactly blue though
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| You refuse to call it anything but your blue… |