If I could bottle up the chills you give me,
I would keep them in a jar next to my bed.
And if I should ever draw a picture of a woman,
it is you that would come flowing from my pen, yeah.
Leaving your clothes on the floor
Making me walk out the door and
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.
Oooo, oh
Helplessly melting as I stand next to the sun
and as she burned me, I am screaming out for more.
Drink every drop of liquid heat that I've become,
pop me open spit me out onto the floor.
Leaving your smell on my coat
Leaving your taste on my shoulder
I still fail to understand what it is about this woman.*
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* Woman by Maroon 5
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