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So you've got those eyes, the kind that tell me the

kind of things you are thinking in present tense

You're saying unstrap my guitar and let's get out

of here

You're going to show me what to write about

Black cotton sheets and a lot of wine and whiskey

Toss my hat across the room

Lie you down and make

history



I spotted you before I knew what to think

And you already had your hard intentions and fierce notions

Rip off my logic

and make passionate

sense to me

I'm not going to say I didn't see it blooming

I shouldn't have worn those pants

They were coming off at the end of the night, either way

Black cotton sheets and a lot of wine and whiskey

Toss my hat across the room

Lie you down and let's make

history



And we'll wake up and I'll find you're just as lovely as

you were last night

I'll intertwine with you and pretend that anything can happen

The phone will ring and you'll go to your other and

I will write of your departure and the inbetween of the soft, black sheets

and how you tossed my hat across the room

and the way we layed each other down

making history

making history

making history