I don't know
What I'll do to you
But I find myself at the East River
Waiting ti meet with you
And late at night I keep dreamin' of you
We're making love on the sofa
That belongs to you
We fly higher than kites
When we're face to face
Searchin' for time along
In this here violent place
And we don't know who we are or why we meet
But it's strangely good
In some sort of freakish way
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The things we'll do
Will make you feel like a woman
Falling in love with a man
She doesn't even know
The words we'll say
Will send your mind on a journey
Looking for self-understanding
Of the things we've done
Catch your breath your heart beats too fast
You feel my presence in your arms will not last
I have an urge I must kiss your hand
The fresh scent of thid woman's fragrance
Lies deep in my heart
So we slit our wrists and we join our blood
To symbolize some type of crazy oath
Sometimes it feels so wrong but it could be good enough
To sacrifice our freedom for each other's hearts
Chorus
Writer(s): Antonio De Shawn Jeffries
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