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I LIKE words and music by Shellen Lubin I like your hair messed I like your eyes grey I like you late at night when your defenses are down And you're spilling with things you need to say I like your mind sharp I like your guard weak I like your tough questions and your long story answers And the way you hear me deeply when I speak I don't want a boyfriend I didn't even when I was twelve I want people who love with passion and reason The freedom to soar, the courage to delve I like your hands clutching mine I like your smile askew Off-center, unsure, and hungry for more That's how I like you I don't want to possess you I just want a slice of your day Those hours you're open, when the light's long faded And all is shades of grey But your eyes keep on changing Mostly they're green or blue Your hair and your words are blown into place And I can't find you © 1996 Bondrov Music |
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