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I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU
I CAN'T STOP LOVING YOU
Tell me what I’d have to change. Who'd I have to be
To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me.
Do I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor?
Crawl over broken glass — would you demand even more?
Can't you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws?
Pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?
Slide your luscious tongue between my hungry lips.
Run your anxious fingers across my quivering hips.
Wrap me in your passion, expose me to your every need.
Press your sexy body to mine, every secret freed.
Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire
Moan my name, calling me yours, knowing it set my soul on fire.
Needing me even more with every breath that slips into your chest,
Pleasing me and missing me daily, don't compare me with the rest.
Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear
Kiss me passionately, caress me softly, forever hold me dear.
Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?
Is it my sin, my greatest fault, that I can’t stop loving you?
Tell me what I’d have to change. Who'd I have to be
To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me.
Do I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor?
Crawl over broken glass — would you demand even more?
Can't you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws?
Pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?
Slide your luscious tongue between my hungry lips.
Run your anxious fingers across my quivering hips.
Wrap me in your passion, expose me to your every need.
Press your sexy body to mine, every secret freed.
Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire
Moan my name, calling me yours, knowing it set my soul on fire.
Needing me even more with every breath that slips into your chest,
Pleasing me and missing me daily, don't compare me with the rest.
Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear
Kiss me passionately, caress me softly, forever hold me dear.
Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?
Is it my sin, my greatest fault, that I can’t stop loving you?
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