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Your touch is poetic
My skin craves your meaning
Could just bring the right one
Could you be the right one for me baby
Your touch is poetic
My skin craves your meaning
Could just bring the right one
Could you be the right one for me babe
Met you on a Sunday night
I'd rather be alone but my friends said "Go."
So I go, so I go
Saw you 'round the corner
I knew you're something different
Then we get to talking 'bout whatever, whatever
Your eyes light up when you talk
You got the lust for life
The love for music
The love for expressing
I wonder if you read me like a book
Watch my eyes, psycho-analyze
Do your little tricks
Got me all hooked in
But for real how did you do that
Occupational habit or did you mean it
Fact is it don't matter anyway
You washed over me like a wave
Your touch is poetic
My skin craves your meaning
Could just bring the right one
Could you be the right one for me baby
Your touch is poetic
My skin craves your meaning
Could just bring the right one
Could you be the right one for me babe
If I recall correctly
You're the one to run before we could walk
It's been a minute
Stitches healed
My tank is full so I get up to speed
I wasn't used to that
Met you only a couple times so what's up with that?
You know my favourite line of my favourite tune when nobody knows
What am I to do with that?
Could you be the answer?
We could be so good together
Why don't you come on over?
Let's talk it over
Your touch is poetic
My skin craves your meaning
Could just bring the right one
Could you be the right one for me baby
Your touch is poetic
My skin craves your meaning
Could just bring the right one
Could you be the right one for me babe