Babysitting, receiving Saimoddin and Azer (his son) and listening to Norah Jones were all I did today. And I'm still whispering:
Lines on your face don’t bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
Late in the night when I’m alone
And I look at the clock and I know you’re not home
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream
But no I won’t go for any of those things
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
I could almost go there…
No I won’t go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where
You’ve been
I can’t help myself
I’ve got to see you again
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