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Rated: E · Lyrics · Other · #1228798
This song is one of my more prized writings, I really like it and hope you do, too.
Over your mind where the greener grass grows,
Nobody cares where any boundary can go,
I can take you there but it’ll take some time,
Just as soon as you go from bein’ his to bein’ mine,
Well I’ll open your mind and unlock your heart,
But not all the way I’m just givin’ you a push start,
My blood runs cold and my palms start to sweat,
Hearts beating fast like a child with a new pet,

You’re on my mind and I can’t push you away,
Even if I could, I’d much rather you stay,
Tell me, girl, how do you feel about me?
Love me, hate me, or do you just like me dearly?

Can I take you home ‘n’ put you on my trophy case,
Touch your legs, feel your breasts, kiss your pretty face?
Can I call you now, at any time I please?
Show you the story behind the birds and the bees?
All I can say is if you completed me,
There’s no end to as happy as we’ll both be,
I’ll replace what you’re missing like it was never there,
Lookin’ deep in your eyes, runnin’ my fingers through your hair,

You’re all I can think of any time or place,
Which gives me the feeling that I’m lost in space,
Please, baby, please free me from this hell,
Which you can accomplish simply by feeling well,

When your eyes start to tear I can feel your pain,
What I’d like to do is take you on a trip to Spain,
But I can’t do that 'cause I ain’t got the money.
So get over here and let me hug you hunny,
Dry your tears on my shoulder and you can stop cryin’,
Seein’ you in pain makes me feel like I’m dyin’,
But if I told her all this would she still push me away?
As long as she’s happy I’ll be fine either way,

She doesn’t care for me, I think she‘s made that clear,
So I’ll roll a jay and crack open another beer,
And here I stay trapped in my lonely walls of cries,
But scarred in my memory are your beautiful eyes,
That’ll get me through the most intensive pain,
This seems to be happening again and again
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