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When the Bells ring out
He strums my heart
he's passed, it's a pathway start,
he's up all over my emotions,
he sings number one tunes,
he wants for nothing else,
he's found the cord that I sing,
love leaking out, with hands all about.
What's with these spaces?
sends me to happy places
What's that he's taking
my hand, held out and waiting
he's here, expected
that's not unexpected
He's not into kiss me quick
Sees life nice and slow
That man has found my tongue
Now he speaks with me
Bells ring, love leaking out
my hands all over him too
he's passed, it's a pathway start,
he's up all over my emotions,
he sings number one tunes,
he wants for nothing else,
he's found the cord that I sing,
love leaking out, with hands all about.
What's with these spaces?
sends me to happy places
What's that he's taking
my hand, held out and waiting
he's here, expected
that's not unexpected
He's not into kiss me quick
Sees life nice and slow
That man has found my tongue
Now he speaks with me
Bells ring, love leaking out
my hands all over him too
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