Girl you've got those bedroom eyes
that speak in mystery and I-
wish I were with you that I might see
those bedroom eyes staring right through me.
Those curious eyes that want something
and I wish I knew just what to bring
because for you I'd take on god
but bedroom eyes are tired so I nod-
off to sleep to see you in forever
maybe some day I'll have them or maybe never.
1 comment:
Love, Love, Love, Love.
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