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| While You're Here for the infatuation of & the lady herself, "Grunhelda" Here I am stranded in my PJs There you are a rock star at my door You boldly come inside A bottle in your hand I don't know what I'm thinking I'm not sure I understand Why you're here Why I like it I know I didn't invite it Unexpected and surprising Now I'm finding there's so much more to you Than what I had seen And there's so much more to me I have this sudden urge To parade the truth On the wrong feet, I admit, I made these shoes So as I walk akward, Akwardly still in one place With you there in my face Your beautiful face So while you're here Why don't you stay? Take my hand And lead the way Help me understand CHORUS When you're around Everything sways And when you dance It all fades away Here we are A little scared In the evening light I try to fight This moment within your stare (c) 2001 by Monica Rabino |
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