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And I fight the urge to explore
The vastness of your curves I adore.
You know I, I hate you.
No, I hate you more.
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more.
Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused.
I still somehow hope I end up with you.
Yes, it's true.
I romanticize every single thing I do.
Especially when it comes to you.
I hope to God I mean a little more then the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips.
And oh-how I wish I meant a little more then a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips.