Your lips as pure as dew,
Your eyes look me through.
You make my heart hurt and burn,
With you I never seem to learn.
You goddamn perfect thing,
I wanna run away when you're around,
And when you're gone I wanna be bound.
I don't wanna love you so much,
I don't wanna dream of your touch.
You goddamn perfect thing.
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