Saturday lunch time

When you arrive
You make me feel
Bright red
You make me
Want to wish
I wasn´t there
So hold me tight and kiss me
Before´s too late

You make me
Wanna leave the room
You make me
Wish I was out too soon
To avoid dirty moves
And second thoughts

So if I close my eyes
And sing softly when we dance
I hope you understand
It´s your turn to
Make the moves

-x-

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