I will love other men,

While I wait for you

I will let them stroke my hair,

And taste my perfume


Whispering in my ear

That they want to be mine.

Telling me they want me

And I will tell them that's fine,


And I will cry into pillow sheets,

While their backs are turned at me,

Cause with every kiss, I know inside

With you is where I want to be.




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