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Sweet Surrender

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 19.10.2012

You keep running to me
And I keep running for cover
I'm not gonna give in
You may be my kind of lover

You move closer to me
Give a chance, you can find
I'm right in the thought of you
Overtakin' my mind

But ('cause) when you hold me close
So warm and tender
Oh, sweet surrender

You keep running to me
I keep running for cover
I won't give in to you
Though you're my kind of lover

But ('cause) when you hold me close
So warm and tender
Oh, sweet surrender

You're shaking me up
With just your touch
You know I wanted you so
I wanna give it all up
You can do what you wanna do
I can't resist, I surrender to you

It's gotta be fate
'Cause I can't deny you
Can't change the way I feel
No matter how I try to

But ('cause) when you hold me close
So warm and tender
Oh, sweet surrender

Oh, sweet surrender
You shake me up
With just a touch
You know I wanted you so
I'm gonna give it all up
You can do what you wanna do
I can't resist, I surrender to you

It's gotta be fate
'Cause I can't deny you
Can't change the way I feel
No matter how I try to

But ('cause) when you hold me close
So warm and tender
Oh, sweet surrender

I can't deny you
Hold me close
Hold me


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