To My Knees
Smelling the sweety spring air
reminds me of your hair.
Gently swaying in the breeze
just brings me to my knees.
With your pure voice
I haven't got a choice.
When you say please
I'll go to my knees.
Doing the things you do
I fall in love for you.
So don't be a tease
and bring me to my knees!
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