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It seems when I’m away from you

My mind can’t stay away from you

And after spending days with you

I need to find more ways with you

But even as I lay with you

My body just won’t stray from you.

Tight grips to my hips,

Kiss my lips, now I’m fixed...

On you, yes it’s true

'Cause I’ll do, what you ask me to.

My love is the strongest when it’s with you.

My hugs are the tightest when words won’t do.