Monday, October 26, 2009

Ms. Smith and Bruce say it better than I ever could...



"...Have I doubt when I'm alone
Love is a ring, the telephone
Love is an angel disguised as lust
Here in our bed until the morning comes
Come on now try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand as the sun descends
They can't touch you now,
Can't touch you now, can't touch you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us...

...Forgive, the yearning burning
I believe it's time, too real to feel
So touch me now, touch me now, touch me now..."

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