Skin tight jeans and tassel boots,
And she's wrapped around my head.
Her full lips, volcano shaped,
Stare at me explodes at their tips.
The wondrous of sunsets can't compare to this girl.
You can try to run but cannot hide from her curves.
60's type, the vintage kind,
Yet she's a modish socialite.
I can't help but let her in to,
My day-dreams every time.
She gets in my head, she's there to stay. Burned in my soul.
Electricity with every touch, thunderstorms.
Her kiss could split the mist,
Rippling the tide from my everyday life.
She's got complete control,
And I'm on my knees pleading for some more.
Leopard print, patent leather shoes
It's magical how she moves in you.
She's the cure and the answer to the mean reds and the darker blues.
She gets in my head, she's there to stay. Burned in my soul.
Electricity with every touch, thunderstorms.
Her kiss could split the mist,
Rippling the tide from my everyday life.
She's got complete control,
And I'm on my knees pleading for some more.

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