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Mar 2
You pulled your boat to my Thunder
I took my storm to the sea
I have an ocean left to plunder
If you’ll lay down in front of me

It took me seven months without you
To see what we could’ve been
And if I’m around you much longer
I feel temptation giving in

It’s not the smile
Or brightened eyes
It’s not the hand
Between my thighs
With you I dream about a calm
With you I dream and dream is all
Written by
Brie Williams
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