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Your touch is poetic My skin craves your meaning Could just bring the right one Could you be the right one for me baby Your touch is poetic My skin craves your meaning Could just bring the right one Could you be the right one for me babe Met you on a Sunday night I'd rather be alone but my friends said "Go." So I go, so I go Saw you 'round the corner I knew you're something different Then we get to talking 'bout whatever, whatever Your eyes light up when you talk You got the lust for life The love for music The love for expressing I wonder if you read me like a book Watch my eyes, psycho-analyze Do your little tricks Got me all hooked in But for real how did you do that Occupational habit or did you mean it Fact is it don't matter anyway You washed over me like a wave Your touch is poetic My skin craves your meaning Could just bring the right one Could you be the right one for me baby Your touch is poetic My skin craves your meaning Could just bring the right one Could you be the right one for me babe If I recall correctly You're the one to run before we could walk It's been a minute Stitches healed My tank is full so I get up to speed I wasn't used to that Met you only a couple times so what's up with that? You know my favourite line of my favourite tune when nobody knows What am I to do with that? Could you be the answer? We could be so good together Why don't you come on over? Let's talk it over Your touch is poetic My skin craves your meaning Could just bring the right one Could you be the right one for me baby Your touch is poetic My skin craves your meaning Could just bring the right one Could you be the right one for me babe