I wanted to feel,
A classic woman's breath on my lips,
As she tells me that she loves me,
As she melts into my arms,
And her eyes grow glazed,
On a hopeless romance.
What a sweet farce,
What an awful pang.
A classic woman's breath on my lips,
As she tells me that she loves me,
As she melts into my arms,
And her eyes grow glazed,
On a hopeless romance.
What a sweet farce,
What an awful pang.
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