James Harris Biography

Little girl, little girl what did you see?
A thing of horror chasing after me
Little girl little girl were you not scared?
More than I thought I could possibly bear
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Perhaps in the past I was a bit to shy
Amazed by the beauty of your face
Your smile reminds me of the bright sky
Every movement you have filled with grace
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It seems that I spend too much time running from my life
Avoiding every rocky road or path that might have strife
Constantly at odds with the man I was supposed to be
When I look upon that supposed man I turn around and flee
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How I long to hear gasps of air between some breathy sighs
For my fingers to dance up and down upon your silken thighs
Let me caress across your midsection with the petals of a rose
From there we can both imagine where the evening goes
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Look there at that beautiful girl
The one with the sweet golden curls
I think she just shot me that look
I think she has me upon her hook.
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