Ron Pope

You can change the color of your hair,
It's not the way your move your hips,
Though I can't help but stare.
You are a mystery to me.

Forever I pray those beautiful eyes wanna fall upon me,
And say, "It's alright, 'cause I'm yours."
I'm yours

A thousand miles ain't really that much space,
I dream of you dreaming of me kissing your face,
And we can talk all night on the phone, 'til the sun comes up.


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