Bright Eyes,
Lover I dont have to love
I picked you out
Of a crowd to talk to you
Said "I liked your shoes"
"You said thanks can I follow you?"
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Well it's two o'clock the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
Pressing hard
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