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As words fall softly from your lips
and land upon my ear;
My mind and body are caressed,
by every word I hear
When I hear your sweet voice,
my head begins to numb
For this is what you do to me,
and I like what I've become.
So speak to me my sweet,
I need to hear your voice,
I've become a slave to it,
I have no other choice. |
