<!-- Page Code:VGhliENoYWluc21va2VycyAtiFJvc2VziA== --> (verse) taking it slow but it's not typical he already knows that my love is fire his heart was a stone but then his hands roam i turned him to gold and it took him higher (pre-chorus) oh i'll be your daydream i'll wear your favorite things we could be beautiful get drunk on the good life i'll take you to
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