I like the feeling of your strong hands
And the way you bite your lip when we dance
And how, with each other, we’ve taken a chance
I like the sound of your voice late at night
And how you’re happiest when you write
Well I’ve been high, but this is a new height
I like the songs you spin for me
And how you sing them slightly off-key
I like how we talk so effortlessly
I like how fast I’m falling for you
And I’m a little scared; this is new
But I’ve always loved high speeds, to be true
And It’s kind of hard for me to believe
That you are (and this is) happening to me
But I like how we fit so perfectly
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
I like the feeling of your strong hands
And the way you bite your lip when we dance
And how, with each other, we’ve taken a chance
I like the sound of your voice late at night
And how you’re happiest when you write
Well I’ve been high, but this is a new height
I like the songs you spin for me
And how you sing them slightly off-key
I like how we talk so effortlessly
I like how fast I’m falling for you
And I’m a little scared; this is new
But I’ve always loved high speeds, to be true
And It’s kind of hard for me to believe
That you are (and this is) happening to me
But I like how we fit so perfectly
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