I woke up, I was warm, the blanket held her form
I ran my hand through her lovely terrain
I whispered in her ear, I love you being here
She turned to kiss me and, i saw it plain
No more running wild and crazed into the night
I know I'd be dead and gone, before I found another like
This woman who holds me tight
Holds me tight
We jumped onto a bus, snuck into the back
Our leather bags were packed and at our feet
We smiled looking down, at her belly big and round
I kissed her and I'd never felt so complete
No more running wild and crazed into the night
I know I'd be dead and gone, before I found another like
This woman who holds me tight, This woman who holds a child
This girl I'll always love until the day, I die.
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