i saw you in line
you playing on stage
just you and your guitar
you were with all your friends
and i hoped you'd think of me
the next time you touched yourself
i noticed your hair
you were blonde
your hair was red
best brunette my eyes ever seen
and won't you please think of me
alone under your duvet
your clever jokes
you never spoke a word
we shared a look
we shared an aisle on the plane
and i hope i'm in your mind
in your hotel room tonight
my eyes fell in love with yours
i never saw your front
now let me be blunt
behind those closed eyes
picture me, as you touch your
self
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