She can't tell me that
All of the love songs have been written
'cause she's never been in love with you before
Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood
Your hair falls soft like animals
I'm tryin' to keep cool
But everyone likes you
I want to kiss the back of your neck
the top of your spine where your hair hits
and gnaw on your fingertips and fall asleep
I'll talk you to sleep
But I'll be the one
I will have chosen
I'm trying to keep cool
But everyone here likes you
I'm not the only one
Your skin smells lovely like sandalwood
Your hair falls soft like animals
and nothing else matters to me
She can't tell me that
All of the love songs have been written,
'cause she's never been in love with you before
In love with you before
Your hand so hot
Burns a hole in my hand
I wanted to show you

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