Your technique is to almost speak
in a tone of lover like yearning.
And when my head is turning your way,
No words you'd say
Your technique is to touch my cheek
with a promise so entrancing.
And when my heart is dancing your way,
you act blasé.
Tempt me to the point of surrender
then do we thrill, sender of chills
When will be sad
Your technique makes me wild and weak
And each night I swear that I'll need you.
But then it might not grieve you, you say
And so I'll stay...
Tempting me to the point of surrender
then do a thrill sender of chills
When will be sad
Your technique makes me wild and weak
And each night I swear that I'll need you.
But then it might not grieve you, you say
And so I'll stay...

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