That One Girl
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It’s not you.
Your scent clings to my lips, dancing beneath my nose,
Calling me to dream of you.
Biologically speaking, strictly scientific, I think we make a heavenly body. A chemical reaction triggered simply by the scent of your subtle perspiration. Pheromones.
A rush of endorphins, dopamine, how I love thee.
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I would, I would, babe,
I would, I would,
For you I would, I would, be there,
For you I would, I would I would,
Be there, (I would I would)
I would, I would care for you
Babe I would, I would,
Where you take me nobody knows,
Just where we’ve been,
And when I see you smile, we could go miles and miles,
Oh I would
I would, I would,
I would, I would.
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Happy lets be Irish day.
I never thought whiskey and pickle juice would be my favorite drink.
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Man eater.
Along the crooked road I travel painted rocks and scattered gravel
I cannot see you as I waited
Anxiously checking, breath baited
It’s me that’s hated,
Cold and distant, always looking for another
Orphan as a child, a bastard as a mother,
Your heart cannot tame one as free as mine,
I decline, I love you oh so much,
I’m always longing for your touch, so rough,
Never enough,
I am insatiable.