| So he’s holding me in his arms, and he’s giving me sweet little kisses
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| And he’s telling me he’ll never harm me, and he’s whispering how wonderful this
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| is And I tell him that I love him, and I tell him I’ll be true
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| And I’ve said these things to other boys, but right now the old words feel so new
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| And I ask him «how did I get so lucky? |
| I didn’t even have to try»
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| «I don’t know,"he says, «I'm nothing special, I’m just some guy.»
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| And he’s smiling like he means it, and he’s stretched out on his back
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| And he’s telling me now that he loves me, for the fifth or the sixth time,
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| I can’t keep track
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| And I watch his eyes as they shine, run my fingers through his hair
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| And I touch his chest where his heart is, and I tell him «I find safe haven
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| there»
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| And I ask him, «how did you get to be so sweet and so kind?»
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| «I don’t know,"he says, «I'm nothing special, I’m just some guy.»
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| And I say «You're heart is so big, and your mind’s so alive, you have passion
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| and freedom and vision and drive, you have so much to give and you give it with |
| care, you have helped me to heal, and there’s nowhere I won’t go with you.»
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| And he’s holding me, now, even tighter, and he’s breathing me in And he’s telling me again that he loves me, and he’s tracing his fingertips
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| over my skin
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| And I’m happier now than I’ve ever been, and I’m hoping this feeling won’t die
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| And if he says he’s just some guy, that’s fine, but the truth is, he’s mine
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| My sweetheart, my love.
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| Sent down from the sky.
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| And so very much more than just some guy |