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Jul 2016
You taste like cinnamon,
and I know what your thinking,
two AM is a little late to start drinking,
but I'm already drunk off you,
and I wanna make you feel loved.
Your lips are my medicine,
I just wish you weren't so innocent.
You never told me how you felt,
but I over heard it.
I just wanna make you feel loved.
Make you feel loved.
Mike Patten
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