You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel
room,
Flashing those eyes like highway signs.
Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my
shoulder.
I just wanna feel your lips against my skin.
White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night
life.
You told me this is right where it begins.
But your lips hang heavy underneath me.
And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete
me.
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