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 One question I have on my mind is: "What the hell are they talking about?" All those stories that speak of true love, and sailing away to the moon, It really isn't that I doubt them, but their song is such a worn out tune. There's lavender, and lace they tell me, and so much romance on the wing. Perhaps I am wrong, but I believe sex is a very sensual thing What do I want with all those roses, and chocolates can go take a hike Show me a man who gets to the point, and I'll show you a man that I like. When the moon is full and at its peak, and the flame inside has grown hot Don't give me a romantic crooner. I want a man who wants what I've got. Don't give me long-term relationships, and so much for lovers who like talk I want a man beside me in bed, who knows how to walk the walk. ©1988 Candalee Swayze |
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