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Lover I've never met,
Oh, the promises you make.
Pure sweetness falling from your lips
And onto these keys

I drink your words hungrily and beg for more
And when my eyelids meet, it's your eyes I see,
Such a brilliant green, like those I've seen in my dreams
Loving and mischievous, with a smile to match.

Oh, Lover, do you know what you do to me?
I drive myself mad with the want to touch you
To reach out and feel flesh instead of this cold air

And, oh, you know you could have me if you wanted,
It wouldn't be hard to make me yours.
With every sweet word and seductive smile you chip at my will,
You push me to the edge.

And if ever your lips were to meet mine,
I know I would slip and happily fall