I could just live in your chest
Smoking a quick cigarette
Driking up a bitter beer
Hearing you say
It is okay, my dear
I could just die in your bed
Painting your skin a soft red
Showing up my pinky hair
I have nothing to compare
To that
I could just slip into your arms
Tell me
What else could I wish for?
I love you more
'Cause you don't own my heart
I want to come back to you
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