Holding on to what makes me feel I’m a man…
Holding on to what makes me feel this…
But I can’t seem to take my eyes of a you (whistle)
I can’t seem to control this feeling…
There’s something in the way that you smile at me, that makes me loose all concept of me.
There’s something that you have in your touch.. your touch.. that makes me feel like anger… then lust… then trust…
I let go… oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh.
Holding on to what makes me feel this…
But I can’t seem to take my eyes of a you (whistle)
I can’t seem to control this feeling…
There’s something in the way that you smile at me, that makes me loose all concept of me.
There’s something that you have in your touch.. your touch.. that makes me feel like anger… then lust… then trust…
I let go… oh oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh.
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