Sometimes I wonder,
What it'd be like,
To kiss your soft lips,
Or your arms around my hips,
To feel my head on your chest,
Or even to feel your breath,
To find joy in what I do,
Or to really like you,
Sometimes I wonder,
If I'm going under,
If I'm just going crazy,
The picture's kind of hazy,
Except for your perfect self,
My little secret wealth,
Sometimes I wonder,
What you would do,
If I fell in love with you.
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