The smell of your cologne really drives me crazy.
Laying on your chest is the best place I could be.
I would lay here all day, you can call me lazy.
Lazy every single time your eyes meet mine.
Those eyes make me fall in love all over again.
Lazy every single time you touch my spine.
Showering is like it's just you and me in the rain.
Whether it be rain of tears or rain of love.
It does not matter to me at all babe you see.
Either way we fit better together like hand in a glove.
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