All torn up inside- Those guiding words- You depend on- Is no longer there- Forgotten amongst the trash- Looking up to find that star- Obstructed from the view- You can’t use it as a compass- To find where you are- I got you baby- Fall on to me- I am just a man- But I’ll be damned- If I let you go- Cause you know who you are- When you’re in my arms- I’ve been trained from birth- To rely on instinct- When you find a treasure- Like you- Vanity isn’t an option- Passion never goes out of fashion- And loving beauty like you- Can bring a man to his knees- Come with me, baby...please-Birth sign: Libra
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