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Aug 2013
I told you
not to touch me,
why'd you go
and do that.

I told you
not to touch me,
look what you've done.

I was feeling
that I needed someone
to take away the pain,
you came along
with your lookin' goods
your, you're funnys
and your boy you're smarts.

We stood there face to face,
I wanted you to go and I
told you not to touch me.

I told you not to touch me,
now look what you've done,
I can't shake this feeling,
like I just caught fire,
come on now put me out.

I told you not to touch me,
I know I told you that.
When you touch me
like you touch me
there is no turning back.




© 2013
Irving MacPherson
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