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Just One Dance


You called me

It's 3 am

You whisper my name

Like a secret

You can barely keep

Tip of your tongue

Finger tips

On my skin

You hold me close

Too close

You see right through 

Like my skin

Is glass

But your love

Your words

Cut me

Straight through

Tell me

I'm crazy for wanting you

 

Don't tell me

You need me

To breathe

Don't say it

I can't stand it

When you call me baby girl

Wrapped around my finger

You give me the world

Just by

Kissing me

Soft and slow

Taught me to dance

I'm holding on

With shaky fingers

One last dance

You whisper

Against my skin

Just give me

One chance

Give me one dance

To sweep you off your feet

Tell me

Can you sweep this heart

Off the ground

Where it shattered

 

I would

If I could

I would be

If I knew

Me

The way you know me

You love me

Like you can't live

Without it

And I hate it

Don't want to be

The reason

You can't breathe

Don't want to be

The reason

You stop breathing

One day

One night

I just wanted a taste

One more touch

But you pull me closer

And say

Just give me one dance

Just one chance

To sweep you off your feet

But you don't know

That you had me

All along

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