I always wonder When there’s lightning and thunder Are you trying to get to me And explain why my heart is torn asunder? Perhaps, just maybe I can grow up to be that same lady The lady you once were … Continue reading I Always Wonder…
Your arms wrapped around me, that’s what I miss
The touch of your lips on my skin, Oh that wonderful kiss! Continue reading Your Arms Wrapped Around Me…
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