Beautiful delicacy
Elegantly she teases me with her beauty
From every angle she makes me tingle for her love
But lately it's been stronger
Harder to grasp her taste in boys her age
Twenty two, and faithfully but hastily she chooses from her cabinets
Of statuettes and realizes how hard it is to choose
I'll take my slip so I won't regret it in the morning
I'm longing to catch her smile, her eyes, or whatever mannerism she has to give
I want to take her on a stroll through December so that she'll always remember me
Nothing screams memories like a wintry lite up street
With nothing but us and the heat of our sleeves tangled up
Giving off friction and heat
I bet it'll make her cheeks rosy and her feet cozy
And I would promise to keep her warm
Cause I know how it feels to be left out in the storm
And when I awake in the morning
I know that I won't regret my ticket to her heart
At least I tried
Then I'll head back to the start
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