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THAT'S MY HOME
Ah, that look in your eyes
Sent a signal to my thighs;
You're all over me,
As we dance close and slow,
You caress me so thoroughly.
I'm not the kind of man usually on the roam,
But wherever you may lead me, that's my home.
It could not be just chance -
Just out of a romance
To the arms of me.
The past loves I've had,
Against you can't rate so highly.
I'm not the kind of man usually on the roam,
But wherever you may lead me, that's my home.
And when the music stops,
Leaving just you and me
Going out into the night,
Let's not go separately....
I'm not the kind of guy
Who gives all girls the eye -
Mine are fixed on you.
There's no loving and no leaving,
Heartbreaking or deceiving
In my mind about you.
I'm not the kind of man usually on the roam,
But wherever you may lead me, that's my home.
Sent a signal to my thighs;
You're all over me,
As we dance close and slow,
You caress me so thoroughly.
I'm not the kind of man usually on the roam,
But wherever you may lead me, that's my home.
It could not be just chance -
Just out of a romance
To the arms of me.
The past loves I've had,
Against you can't rate so highly.
I'm not the kind of man usually on the roam,
But wherever you may lead me, that's my home.
And when the music stops,
Leaving just you and me
Going out into the night,
Let's not go separately....
I'm not the kind of guy
Who gives all girls the eye -
Mine are fixed on you.
There's no loving and no leaving,
Heartbreaking or deceiving
In my mind about you.
I'm not the kind of man usually on the roam,
But wherever you may lead me, that's my home.
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