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By Cryingshame58 Date: 2006 Mar 21 Comment on this Work [[2006.03.21.11.31.28886]] |
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I'm familiar with the routine And it's beginning to get old I'm worn out from the race I'm second again, I've been told My heart can't take the beating And God knows, my soul needs rest I read the want in your soft browns That I can't say no to your requests As hard as I try I never can resist The sweet sound of your sighs The taste of your warm wet kiss You gently lay me down by your side And breathe soft whispers on my skin A teardrop falls knowing I am second Because with you I'll never win |