Sarah Armstrong · Oct 6, 2010
My Baby

I am there
in your bed
or we’re out on our bikes

and I’m there
in your mind
more often than you’d like

I’m addic
ted to you
and the things that you say

I just don’t
understand
How you make me feel this way

So baby
please just come
here, I’ll make you feel fine

because I
am all yours
and you are all mine.

 
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