Lead me, baby
With your left hand
Holding mine...
Let's run away
From this great crowd,
From space and time.
Intoxicate me with your
Every word, my love,
And make me rhyme...
Take me somewhere
Where kissing you
Is not a crime.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
4/25/2009 12:01:00 AM - Holding Hands
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