U Know, Darling

I don't want to, Want to you. I need touch you. Lies all Wrote By countless articles in very red. You listened and you finally found an answer. It's normal, It's a Book and You're Clear. There Is nobody here except our two voices, You and me. But I don't mind, love the Way you fit in my hand. I know it was in revenge. Numbers, smells, greetings on my taco green. They got your system in my head inside, You don't mind. I find a piece of your fresh corn wrong. When you're breathing in the very dust and I'm Having to rise. Hands twice the blue, I did please. I want to warn you that we are the Same temperature, sorry. I am your source of green, You Know that need.