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May 2020
Get used to it?
These arms were making you.
These lips were made for kissing you.
The hands were made for touching you.
Get used to it.
Cause that not all I want to do.

Get used to it.
Get used to it.
Cause I do mean it.

The legs are meant to dance with you.
Also these feet too.
Just like I was meant for you.

Get used to it.
Get used to it.
Get used to it.
Cause it's true what I'm telling you?

When it's real?
It's what it is?
When it's true?
Then truth must be told to you.
et
jeffrey conyers
Written by
jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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