it's not how you lead me in arrest with your kiss onto the floor
or the way you go undress against the bedroom door
not your strip tease with finesse before the moon's rays, my amour
not your crawl on all four with that silhouette that brings men to war
not your angel face that I adore there's something else in store
not even my love, because of what your flowered scent does
and I lose time, what it is or was
I don't care who you go meet, the legions of men at your feet
the truth is awfully clear dear
as it's:
not this emptiness you fill, even if it's only for me
no toys you buy at will
not how you pay the mortage bill
even if you thought so, It's not how your whispers flow
with the three little words we know
I'm here baby, because temporarily and only with you
I forget about her
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