Only you know my perverted dreams
You know what I feel
You know what I really want
You are the only one
I could prefer to touch you now
But I only want to know
One thing at these point
Please tell me
Why I belong to you
When I cry ,when I cry
Four your hands on my skin
Save the only thing you can
Tell me what it is
Don’t try to hide the perfect mess
Of your strange behaviour
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by Dickinson