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we said this relationship was just for show and tell,
for you to keep the boys away and for me ,"well, what the hell."
when i touch your skin and kiss your lips my cold heart begins to skip,
your warm skin next to me,
these thoughts of hate begin yo fllee,
we laugh,we talk,we hold hands everyday,
then came that day we began to lay,
your soft skin brushed against mine,
i whispered you words sweat and devine,
i closed my eyes and then i flew,
"i can't believe i'm inside of you,"
we danced the dance that lovers do,
making noise in the wind and a scent of morning dew,
but all of this was for show and tell,
it's over now,
so what the hell!