You smile like the brightest sun on the seaside
Looking at you I really lose my mind
Nothing to proof, nothing to lose,
Nothing to do only loving you
Let me love you
As in American comic strips
Let me kiss you
Touch your dry raspberry lips
Let me feel that
That I need you, that you need me too
Let me trust that
It wasn't a dream. It is true
You know I feel soap bubbles somewhere inside me
Well, I guess a sign of what it might be
You smell so sweet like a marshmallow
So can I became your fellow? Let me!
Let me love you
As in American comic strips
Let me kiss you
Touch your dry raspberry lips
Let me feel that
That I need you, that you need me too
Let me trust that
It wasn't a dream. It is true
Let me
© Copyright: Виктор Горбач, 2017
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