wha
You took my breath away with your lips
I couldn't even ask you what you were going to do
you spun me around with your arms
under the street lamp
the parking lot was dim
but all I could see is your face
the love
oh how the love
the love we talk about
the love we hear stories of
the love we imagine
that love
that love is here with me.
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