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I ain’t just an Android contact or a name in your phone,  

I’m the warmth in your chest when you don’t want to be alone.  

Like a vinyl spinning low when the lights get dim,  

I’m the pull on your waist when you lean back in.  

I’m the “yes ma’am” manners with fire in my veins,  

The kind of touch that lingers long after it came.  

A little bit roughneck, a whole lot of crave,  

The reason your breath catches before you’re even brave.  

They say they don’t make ’em like this anymore,  

But I’m the boots by your bed on the bedroom floor.  

If you’re wanting a love that feels deep and new,  

Baby, I’m him—the one meant for you.  

I’m him—the one you whisper about when the night turns slow,  

The one your body remembers before your mind even knows.  

Like a porch light glowing on your skin so warm,  

I’m the calm in your sigh and the heat in your storm.  

I’m your heartbeat steady when your pulse runs wild,  

The hush in the dark that makes you feel styled.  

I’m that quiet prayer rising when you close your eyes,  

The man who shows up where your soft desire lies.  

They say they don’t make ’em like this anymore,  

But I’m the boots by your bed on the bedroom floor.  

If you’re wanting a love that feels deep and new,  

Baby, I’m him—the one meant for you.  

I’m the “pull you close” when the night turns cold,  

The warmth in your spine when my hands take hold.  

I’m the shoulder, the shelter, the breath on your skin,  

The one who reads your body like it’s letting me in.  

I’m the real-deal love that moves slow and true,  

The chapter you return to when you need something you.  

If you’re searching for a heart that knows what to do,  

Baby, I’m him—been that, still that, just for you.  

They say they don’t make ’em like this anymore,  

But I’m the boots by your bed on the bedroom floor.  

If you’re wanting a love that feels deep and new,  

Baby, I’m him—the one meant for you.

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