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 From "Freedom" ©2000 Christian Taylor / Debi Cochran Steel on velvet, silk on stone Sun-warm leather set against chrome You're a contrast to what I've become No one has touched me like you Like you Red horizon at day's end Brushing scarlet over your skin Blushing places I long to kiss No one has touched me like you Like you Chorus You in my arms breathless and sure A barefoot ballet on a bare hardwood floor So much in sync it seems that we barely move No one has touched me like you Like you White lace curtain opened wide Single candle tremblin' with light My bold passion suddenly shy No one has touched me like you Like you |
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