She's got lips like spice
Eyes rolling like dice
We find common ground
From the heavens on down
Her dance strikes a fire
An essence that will not tire
Shes got a laugh so nimble
That stirs away sickness
Kissing the world with a love shy
But not simple
Starstruck, I stay rivet on her
Reluctant to wind her hand within my own
Holding firm, drifting across the sea I've grown
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
She's got lips like spice
Eyes rolling like dice
We find common ground
From the heavens on down
Her dance strikes a fire
An essence that will not tire
Shes got a laugh so nimble
That stirs away sickness
Kissing the world with a love shy
But not simple
Starstruck, I stay rivet on her
Reluctant to wind her hand within my own
Holding firm, drifting across the sea I've grown
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