I should ink my skin, with your name.
And take my passport out again,
And just replace it.
See I could do without a tan on my left hand,
Where my fourth finger meets my knuckle.
And I should run you a hot bath, fill it up with bubbles.
'Cause maybe your loveable,
And maybe your my snowflake,
And your eyes turn from green to grey,
In the winter I'll hold you in a cold place.
And you should never cut your hair,
'Cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder, (mm)
And you will never know, just how beautiful you are to me,
But maybe I'm just in love when you wake me up.
And Would you ever feel guilty?...
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