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Feel the tingle as this song plays.....Don't turn it down, Take it slow.....Because you don't wanna flow.....5 Bottles down and one to go.....We walked out puttin' on a show.....

Damn it was hot in there, The air was heated from love and that's all you can think of.....

Memories I saw in the nights reflections and a passion that could cut steel.....How did you like the way I feel.....

You absorbed it on and took it in.....Once again and again and again.....

For the eyes have closed but only to feel it deeper.....No one else could ever love steeper and build up a passion that could cast a spell like this.....

Our eyes looked up and our hands rolled down.....Not caring what this evening brings.....For the touch is fire so hot that it burns into you.....

You got it bad, Don't you.....I got it bad and thrust you into the wind that blows through your hair.....

It's uncontained so let it be unto.....Your touched by these words the radio stews.....

After all this.....This is what I've found.....Start the song over and let it rebound.....Let that uncontrollable desire live on and on and on.....

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