May 24, 2006 15:17
Consummate the words
Baby’s got fire, baby’s got luck
Combust, no one could breathe for you the way I can’t
I look at you and I wonder if any one else matters?
And they do and they don’t at the same time
And they kiss and they break my skin
What’s the matter with me?
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