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May 2015
I GET SICK TO MY STOMACH
AND WEAK IN MY KNEES
ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS MY NEED TO PLEASE
AT SO MANY LEVELS AND DIFFERENT DEGREES
JUST LIKE THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

WHEN I SEE YOU

IT'S NOTHING NEW
CAN'T YOU SEE THE WAY I LOOK AT YOU
THE WAY I SMILE AT YOU
THE WAY I TALK TO YOU
AND WHEN YOU LEAVE
I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU

WHEN YOU SEE ME

DO YOU SEE ME
AS I SEE YOU
CAN YOU GIVE ME A CLUE
SO I WILL KNOW RATHER IT IS TRUE
THAT YOU ADMIRE ME
AS I DO YOU
DO I MAKE YOU WEAK IN THE KNEES
DO YOU FEEL THAT NEED THAT YOU WANT TO PLEASE
AT SO MANY LEVELS AND DIFFERENT DEGREES
YOU KNOW LIKE THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

WE

THERE IS NO NEED TO HIDE
WHAT I SEE IN YOU
AND WHAT YOU SEE IN ME
WHEN WE ARE AROUND EACH OTHER
ALL WE DO IS STUTTER
AND SMILE AT EACH OTHER
AND NEVERΒ Β MENTION A WORD OF ANYTHING OTHER
WHY CAN'T WE JUST BE HONEST WITH ONE ANOTHER
AND TAKE IT TO SO MANY LEVELS AND DIFFERENT DEGREES
JUST LIKE THE BIRDS AND THE BEES

WHEN I SEE YOU
I HOPE YOU KNEW I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU
AND YOU WILL GIVE ME A CLUE

WILL YOUΒ Β ?
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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