Tuesday 9 September 2008 photo 2/2
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In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin
I feel your sweet reply
The room fades away and suddenly I'm way up high
Just holdin' you to me
As through the window the moonlight streams
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams
I feel your sweet reply
Just holdin' you to me
Oh won't you baby be in my book of dreams
Annons