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Prints of Her Lipstick
I don't know where to begin It feels like it never ends She says that she's into drugs And I think that I'm in love It's the way she moves her hips And what she does with lips Each time she blows me a kiss It leaves some prints of her lipstick I don't know where to begin
Imaginary Friends
Ooh that girl is fine and she knows What's always on a man's mind But I don't care where she's been Or with whom she's been After all, we are just imaginary friends For as long as we pretend But I wish I were more than just an option to you, girl And I wish I had known to use caution with you, girl A serpent's word was clearly heard and set to disturb This course that has occurred But even if you were the first to commit sin, girl All that occurs is a result of what's been, girl And I will be your guilty pleasure And you could be my forbidden treasure And you could be mine
The morning dew forms on every blade of grass The day is new, another season has passed Passing through changeable states of being How can you believe anything you're seeing? The sky is blue, you fill my world with color The wind is cool, you make me feel like no other