October
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I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you I said I liked your shoes You said, "Thanks, can I follow you?" So it's up the stairs and out of view No prying eyes I poured some wine I asked your name, you asked the time Now it's two o'clock The club is closed We're up the block Your hands on me; Pressing hard against your jeans Your tongue in my mouth, trying to keep the words from coming out You didn't care to know who else may have been you before
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