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Stay The Night

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.09.2012

You're kissing me
And saying I'm the one you need
To keep you warm
And lay with you tonight
Baby I feel the same way
I don't want to leave
Wanna hold you close
And feel your love inside
But I don't wanna play myself
Cause I know you're with someone else
And I don't need complications in my life
And I don't wanna fall back in
And get caught up in you again
Boy I'm so conflicted in my mind

[chorus]
You keep saying stay the night
Just let me rock you till the morning light
It's cold outside
And much too late to drive
You know I need you baby
I'm so lost without your love

Obviously, procrastinating just to be
Close to you a little longer now
It's hard for me to break away from you baby
Never could resist you
And I still haven't learned how
And I don't wanna be a fool
But it's hard when it comes to you
And I'm feeling vulnerable tonight
Cause I don't wanna miss the chance
Of reliving our sweet romance
Boy I'm so confused down deep inside

[chorus]
You keep saying stay the night
Just let me rock you til the morning light
It's cold outside
And much too late to drive
You know I need you baby
I'm so lost without your love


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