(Michael Heeney)
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These hands
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You can hold them all night if you want to
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And these lips
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Won't mind your kisses
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No they don't care
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You can lay your head on my shoulder
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Maybe even get a little bolder
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But when it comes to my heart
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Oh don't touch me there
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Oh these arms
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You can wrap around me gently
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And your fingers
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You can run them through my hair
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But there's one place that's off bounds
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From the last time love came 'round
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When it comes to my heart
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Don't touch me there
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Last time I gave my heart so sweetly it broke
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He broke it so completely
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And even now it's more then I can bear
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Now someday I know I'll try again
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Someday but until then
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When it comes to my heart
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Don't touch me there
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Oh these hands you can hold them all night if you want to
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And these lips won't mind your kisses
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No they don't care
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You can lay your head on my shoulder
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Or maybe even get a little bolder
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But when it comes to my heart
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Don't touch me there
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Oh when it comes to my heart
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Don't touch me there
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Don't Touch Me There
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Reba McEntire |