I wonder,
When you smile at me, who are you thinking of?
What makes you so happy?
And what can I do to keep you that way, as long as you're with me?
When you love someone, you don't want to kiss him.
You don't even want to touch him.
You just want your head on his shoulder, his arm around yours,
Smelling nothing but his own little smell, taking in
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