Laying in the bed, she realizes.
Still with closed eyes she rolls over the mattress.
Her long brown hair is covering her shoulders,
Her breasts touching the sheets, on the bedside table roses.
You are waking up besides her in the hotel you've met her yesterday,
Only clear thing you remember is her birthday.
Her hips dancing on your face show up in your mind,
smiling for yourself you know that you are not her guy.
You are her baby, her only one,
The girl who wants to win her mind.
Heart, mind, her thinking and the way of flirting,
It is the way which got you swinging.
When she smiles at you, you are almost melting,
before you can, she is already leaving.
Staying in the room alone,
you maybe had a little bit much aperol.
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