a sunday kind of love
a road that leads to here
the dreaming and the meaning
baby... I work every day
hoping to discover
a certain kind of clover
who will play...
COMPUTER: is she... singing...?
I don't want a monday
a tuesday or maybe
not even a thursday...
just a sunday
kind of love
the slow kind
the savory finds
the deliciously tasty ones...
my hands are never cold
pure as the snow
collar hot
when you want to know
just a tease... no
just a peace eYes
of the keylime ;phi
" hi " ... does it please you ...
flutter, little butter, dashes of stashes in the recipes... and the bees...
little honey on the breeze... sways a spell...
"... shhh number One, Captain chooses to remain... Mysterious..."
"... into the covers babe, it's all the fun ... and the lights can stay on... "
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