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Tickle My Francy
Every time I think I'm going to stop I write some more
Of things that make me think of you, things like favorite store
Or music, coffee, reading books, the dreams of which I write
The ones that I don't dare to, the crazy ones at night
I'll keep them to myself until the time we might discuss
A someday conversation, kept between just us
But ask if I would trade them for another of a kind
And I would tell you no, but thanks, I like you on my mind
Little kisses, great big hugs, the tracing of tattoos
Imagination running wild, I have a gift for you
Copyright ©
Andres Luis Bigote
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