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Love Song
She asked me
To write her
A love song,
Sure Babe
Let’s do it live,
Unbutton the buttons
Slip out of your things
And I melted away
In her eyes,
She asked me
To write her
A love song,
We sang it wildly
Then slow,
Oh how we sang
The love song
The chorus hit loudly
Then low,
She asked me
To write her
A love song,
Sure Babe
Let’s do it live,
Unbutton the buttons
Slip out of your things
And I melted away
In her thighs.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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