Why
Is it bad if he knows each tear before it came?
Does that mean he knows to much about me?
When he kisses me he can knock me out.
Knock me out because I've been waiting,
waiting all my life to be in your arms.
I want you to hold me in your arm one more time...
Just put me on my back and knock me out again!
Copyright © Sara Thompson | Year Posted 2010
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