Nightingale
My, my, my look at how the wind blows
When you held me I heard a sweet tune
Something only angels could know
I hear the sound and get lost in you
and suddenly the world doesn't seem so blue
Dear, you have wreaked havoc here
I get all tangled up whenever you're near
I say I can't stand it
but I love it
and you know that
You called me your Nightingale
As I sang out your name
How your fingers played, how your fingers played
With eyes closed, in love we lay
And when the moment came
All feelings from our hearts we gave
In a myriad of colors
a new dimension I have discovered
Some call it paradise, some call it heaven
I call it an aphrodisiacal addiction
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