Most people wind up kissing
the wrong person goodnight.
Then I look at you holding her
to your chest ever so tight,
And I can't help but remember
when we caressed by moonlight.
It was the very first time I felt
bliss
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 9:10 PM UTC
Most people wind up kissing
the wrong person goodnight.
Then I look at you holding her
to your chest ever so tight,
And I can't help but remember
when we caressed by moonlight.
It was the very first time I felt
bliss
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