I'm laying there with you
Your head on my chest
You warm me up so easily
And oh, it feels the best.
Good times, whether I'm
playin with your skin
Or surprising you with
my strength, though I'm thin
Can't wait to scream
At several miles to the hour
Hold your hand in excitement
While dragged about with so much power
But not as powerful
As your smile or your pout
That makes my time worth while
Or makes me want to yell and shout
And I always break into a wonder
Why must we be forced to sunder?
Separation does not seem fair
Divided by an unseen barrier
Even if we drift away
I'm happy that I can always say
I'm thankful for the good times we've had
Glad to be friend lass and lad
Why must we be forced to sunder?
Separation does not seem fair
Divided by an unseen barrier
Even if we drift away
I'm happy that I can always say
I'm thankful for the good times we've had
Glad to be friend lass and lad
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