Allow me to drop spoken word verbs
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That burn like herbs mixed with desire
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Cold from fear? come here and I'll breathe you fire
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Till you dripping wet of sweat
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We form puddles in the bottom of our heart is of a storm cloud set
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Can you feel me yet? and you can bet it's more real than any feels of gold could imply
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When I whisper sweet nothing so sweet while your eyes close in concentration
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Dedicated to these new founds infatuation with what I spit
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We giggle 'cause I haven't even written it yet
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The style came so free that I started getting it the split second before I gave
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And now it was just the 2 of us here to savour this moment
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And save our savour our spear chocolate end
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'Cause I detect that you may respect it
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The same reverse that I do
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Rhyme pro sounded the high core
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You want it? I'm on it, 'cause I think I might like you
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And you like this you know something I find it odd
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I kiss you up to God as I thank you for you and all you do
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Angie Stone, we love you.
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Interlude
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| Angie Stone |
