It wasn’t your lips
Or your hips
Or the way you walked
Or the way you talked
Matter of fact I’m not sure
Exactly what it was
I just knew
I knew it was you
I knew you
My soul ached the same way
The first time we met
Back when I was Julius Caesar
And you were Cleopatra
And when we met again and
I was Frederic Chopin
And you George Sand
Now I am afraid to say
I recognize you
For fear of losing you
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
It wasn’t your lips
Or your hips
Or the way you walked
Or the way you talked
Matter of fact I’m not sure
Exactly what it was
I just knew
I knew it was you
I knew you
My soul ached the same way
The first time we met
Back when I was Julius Caesar
And you were Cleopatra
And when we met again and
I was Frederic Chopin
And you George Sand
Now I am afraid to say
I recognize you
For fear of losing you