dancing on the sidewalk at the small café
whisper to me sweetly and I’ll hear what you say
sweet apple blossoms on your blouse and hair
when we are together there is no one there
oh love baby… love is like the wine
intoxicating but you must breathe some time
spread across black satin or draped on a chair
loving you is really like needing air
as we stumble forward as the band plays that song
as the night slowly rises or as the day goes on
oh love baby… love is like the wine
intoxicating but you must breathe some time
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