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| ...Not Lost On Me by Billy |
In trapped by a smile I sit and stare, invited by sexy, sassy eyes
I don't move I wouldn't dare. Your long hair flows lightly on soft
summer breezes, a dress string off the shoulder, your long tanned legs you
know how in my mind it pleases. White pretty painted toes hopping in
my truck, the door in my hand held, closing, walking, thinking,
knowing, it's not lost on me my luck.
If ever there were something more beautiful it wouldn't be real,
fake and phony all made up no way the same feel. Once a week I buy you a
single flower, I know when you need your warm comfy clothes, after a
long day's work and a hot shower.
Doing neat things, going to cool places and meeting great people I
can do all myself, with you and your love, being your man my greatest
wealth. Love and respect that of devotion, strength and courage I could
swim the whole ocean. Your love not lost on me, as it is now and will
always be.