I'm the habbit
You can't break
The sweet danger
You still taste
The mistake
You love to make
As you say baby
This ain't no way
To be carrying on
But you got that
Strike a match
Look in your eyes
This loves like dynamite
To handle honey
And you're getting
Way Too close
To my flame
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Author:
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Comments1
Ya, but playing with fire was ever too tantalizing. The grown-ups forbade us, but we liked getting our fingers singed one time too many. This is a pretty number in tribute to that waltzing folly, and perfectly spot-on for this Valentine's Eve. Thanks for sharing.
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