A Song On the Record Player
The music resonating from these 45’s sleep in my ears like the I love you’s and I miss you’s that you tell me everyday
That calm smooth jazz mixed with a funky bass and a little pop influence is something we could dance to even though we don’t really like to dance
The music entangled with your smile got me feeling some type of way and I can’t wait
My powder blue kissing your rose petal red with no words to be said
Because I am just going to jump into this moment with not a care in the world if the hook comes back around
As the bridge brings me back in I pull you a little closer
And when the weather is raining it doesn’t even matter if I can turn the volume up
So, tell me you love me, and you will never let go, because even though I have heard the same thing before I need to hear it from you
Knowing this time, it will be perfect until the needle touches the sky
But when the music stops our slow dance will continue
p.s. we don’t need a record player to keep our love playing…
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