Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought. Maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours.
Let me be your 'leccy meter and I'll never run out. And let me be the portable heater that you'll get cold without. I wanna be your setting lotion, I wanna be. Hold your hair in deep devotion. How deep? At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean.
I wanna be yours...
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