Sweetheart,
tie your hair up high,
make your lips as red,
as the blood that keeps you with me,
and let’s dance,
in the living room,
we work all day to pay for.
Sweetheart,
seeing the way,
you sway,
into my arms,
is the only thing that keeps me with you,
let’s live,
in the living room,
we built on love,
and labour.
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