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Baby
The thought of you plays in my mind like a movie theater
I linger on those thoughts
It makes me feel warm like I’m hugging a heater
Squeaks from your sneakers
As thoughts of you run through my mind
Sit down right here baby I know you must be tired
You got my heart singing shamelessly like a black church choir
This isn’t acid reflux; I think you set my heart on fire
Baby
Lady
Touch me
Feel me
I need a prescription of you
Please baby
Heal me
Squeeze me
I’m yours
Take my eyes with you
I don’t want to see any other girls
My baby
My lady
My future
My past
If it wasn’t with you, it didn’t happen
So don’t even ask
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