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Aug 2015
Hurts to love,
Tugs at the nerve,
tight as rope,
yet weaker than hope.

We can't all be lyricists,
to tunes we can't desist,
put your hand on my chest,
this isn't a test.

Take your time with me,
come dance with me,
I'll hold you tightly baby,
I'll treat you like a lady

Let me test the waters,
while I **** my jitters,
I'll drop a soulful beat,
and let's raise the heat...

Then we'll just dance the night away...
Written by
SpazticOrange  Malaysia
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