| You look at me, you take me by the hand
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| And you ask me to sit next to you on the sofa
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| that you miss every night of madness
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| The little kiss I gave you in the morning when you woke up
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| That you love me that I have no doubt of that
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| But that you miss the man who one day
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| I teach you to kiss, what do you need
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| You need me to tell you that I love you
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| That I love you, that I run my hands over every corner of your body
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| That I undress you with kisses and that I do it every night
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| It doesn't matter if you're asleep, you want to feel alive
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| Because from time to time I don't buy you a drink
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| That you want to get drunk and take off your clothes
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| And make love to you like he did when we were still dating
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| That you are still alive, that you want to feel mine
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| You miss every pore of my skin
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| The rain falls wetting the window
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| A breeze blows strong as if to speak
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| A tear runs down your cheek
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| Nothing can stop her, you can see that she is eager
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| That you love me, you whisper in my ear
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| But that you miss the man who one day
|
| I teach you to kiss, what do you need
|
| You need me to tell you that I love you
|
| That I love you, that I run my hands over every corner of your body
|
| That I undress you with kisses and that I do it every night
|
| It doesn't matter if you're asleep, you want to feel alive
|
| Because from time to time I don't buy you a drink
|
| That you want to get drunk and take off your clothes
|
| And make love to you like he did when we were still dating
|
| That you are still alive, that you want to feel mine
|
| You miss every pore of my skin
|
| You need me to tell you that I love you
|
| That I love you, that I run my hands over every corner of your body
|
| That I undress you with kisses and that I do it every night
|
| It doesn't matter if you're asleep, you want to feel alive
|
| Because from time to time I don't buy you a drink
|
| That you want to get drunk and take off your clothes
|
| And make love to you like he did when we were still dating
|
| That you are still alive, that you want to feel mine
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| You miss every pore of my skin |