It strikes me you’re always in tune
W/ the melody filling my heart.
In other words, Girl you can croon.
And I can’t resist such a start.
I’m attracted to women who sing.
It’s a thing I can’t really control.
And if you're a thinker who thinks
Well, that’s just the way to my soul.
Whoa, friend, that’s coming too near!
For I smell the scent of your hair
And all of your curves become clear
The sight of bare skin — oh so fair.
A concert I went to, my first.
A wanting, a needing, a thirst.
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