Edge of Ecstasy
I can die, for I've seen heaven
I've even said her name.
From one to ten, she's an eleven
She's sweet, and she won't be tamed
Fortune favors the bold
This girl sure knows how to be
She's a lion, she's a wolf
She knows just what to say to me
I fire a shot, she comes right back
Her wit is a two edged sword
I'm on the defense, she's on the attack
I parry with just the right word
Then she's in front of me
Her eyes like glittering stars
The cheeks a blush of rose
Her skin... It's free of scars.
A nutcase, unafraid to shut me up
I'd have it no other way
She reminds me that I'm not
Who I was yesterday
Her body is a cursive poem
Her curves, they're written in script
I speak half a hundred tongues
But I am vanquished by her lips
When she walks, the way she sways
Has kept me up for several days
I lay for hours memorizing
Her rhythm and its hypnotizing
Come out with me at night and I will steal you all of the stars
There's nothing I won't do for the wild girl without scars
When I think 'this can't get better', she opens my heart, I see
That when her lips meet mine, it's just the edge of ecstasy
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