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May 2014
My breath is taken away when I hear these amazing things
About this man I have never met
The more I hear the more intrigued I get
Black hair, brown eyes, Italian you say!
Bring him over, on moving day.

So you sped in the lot
burning rubber from your tires
electricity flowed through all my wires
later that night you saw my tears flow
you were ready to protect me, from what, you didn't know

I had just said goodbye to a boy
Who played with my love like I were his toy
Then when you looked at me
I knew I piqued your curiosity
I felt like a woman when our eyes would meet
I adore you already....
Written by
Ashley Young
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