Oh No
Come chase me across the world,
Every port of call,
Soar through the night,
Lets get away from it all.
Bed rooms down the hall.
Now I don't want to discuss business
I really don't mind the risk'es
Lets set new bounds
Lets let the pilot pound
The door will stay sound
So how have you been misses
Ready to have love hurled
In my arms be curled
And unfurle forgiveness
Hey get the door, I'll have a witness
Copyright © Courtney Courtney | Year Posted 2012
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