Of pretty eyes and beautiful bodies
Of winks, and smiles, and laughter
All for me, for me, for me
Words fly, and then sparks
There is a kind of vicious thrill
To living so voluptuously
To conversing so ferociously
And it's all mine, all mine, all mine
For the first time in my life
You clutch coffee with me, with me, with me
I think of you in my sleep
Warm arms and sweet words
How many times I have been kissed
Loved, admired, adored
And not one of them hurt me
Not one, not one, not one.
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