THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...)
I look at your lips
and my knees quake
I look at your hips
I start to shake
it's too obvious
I have found
I can not stand still
when you're around
it starts with your lips
I dream of bliss
and I would sell my soul
for just one kiss
it starts with your hips
my happiness
is all wrapped up in you
I must confess
I can not sleep unless I dream
of your lips
I can not live without the hope
of your kiss
Lips
Ric Candor ©2001
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