| Soft as a cherry, round as a peach
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| Into your pocket my slow hands can reach
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| To see what you carry, up close to your thighs
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| Reaching and looking right into your eyes
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| But if I could convince you that these are words of love
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| The heartache would instantly remain
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| But the pain would be gone
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| I wish I could see what you got in your mind
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| That makes your eyes restless on all that they find
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| Don’t listen to me, I don’t know more than you
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| But I know that I want you but I don’t know what to do
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| But if I could convince you that these are words of love
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| The heartache would instantly remain
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| But the pain would be gone
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| I’ve used all devices to get to your wit
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| I’ve tried every tool that I thought could maybe fit
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| But I see that there’s nothing my fingers can touch
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| To stroke your heart open, to feel very much
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| But if I could convince you that these are words of love
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| The heartache would instantly remain
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| But the pain would be gone
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| You’re too sweet to worry, I always have thought
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| Never bothered to ask why I like you a lot
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| You move your hands slow up my back with your heart
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| But now we’re so close, yet feel so far apart
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| But if I could convince you that these are words of love
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| The heartache would instantly remain
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| But the pain would be gone |