You're Still the One

You slip your finger through
the tear of the sheets
where I always weep
you stirring up *****
in the back of my mind,

just to play another time
you keep on flirting with the night
you never play nice
you know that it's working
the drink that you give to me,

You stuck in my head another lie
I just stare writing the lines in my mind
I could never sing this song
without you if I tried
let's light it up like it's our last night,

You know are song
your stile the one
We're just hanging around
burning this old club down
sipping on some cold Margarita's
while we dance,

we sing on high in each other’s eyes
you are the love of my life
laying right here naked in my bed
I'm just doing my thing loving on you
You are doing what you love,

is singing our song making love
because you make me feel like an angel
we about to get a little tangled up
right about now so turn the lights out.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2011