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Tricia Bock
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| Warm spring nights have come to call and the moon is thin but bright I dance in a cotton gown beneath it all I feel I've earned the right. Too many nice days behind a desk can make your spirit weak I'll put the night to the test and embrace it cheek to cheek With arms outstretched and eyes shut tight I feel the wind in my hair nothing caresses you like a warm, spring night nor eases every care It feels like a familiar love no pretenses, no mystery like a well worn velvet glove full of wonderful history And comical I must appear but I don't give a damn! There's nothing in the night I fear it's just the way I am. Copyright © 2003 Tricia Bock |
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