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When I sleep close to you,
I think I'm inside a dream,
Troubles were gone through
And love is an ocean where we can swim.

When you're knocking on my heart,
I think you need kisses,
When you get out of our flat,
I want your promises.

You're wearing some nice skirt
And you're walking on the street,
You want to resist dirt,
This is to say men you meet.

Your mother gave you a legacy
But she died before you grew,
It doesn't upset your policy,
This policy of love to do.

I'm only waiting for you
And I'll be able to amaze you.