
French kiss the morning
while some marching band keeps
its own beat in my head.
While we're talking,
about all of the things that I long to believe,
about love and the truth and
what you mean to me...
And the truth is baby you're all that I need.
I want to lay you on a bed of roses,
for tonite I sleep on a bed on nails,
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
and lay you down on bed of roses.
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