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This is one of my most personal ones. Please REVIEW AND RATE |
| Keep your voice down We can’t let them see us One hand with a cigarette The other showing me where to go I’m new to this You’ve done it before Tonight you won’t feel a thing And now I’m more than hesitant to speak You keep your hands tight against my waist I closed my eyes, and you simply said “You won’t forget this taste” Almost forgetting they were not here alone She grabbed his hand and led him straight to her room The clock seem to stop in its tracks He lost his sense of time and where he was really at He’s staying cool, she’s pulling closer Becoming a blur and all he wanted was to hold her The light disappears and he begins to fear Did his friends do their best to keep him prepared His stomach starts to turn and he thinks of throwing up When did the “act” become the art of growing |