I see you across the room
Try to be sly as I look at you
I'm really digging your white shirt and tie
why must you be so fly?
Your milk chocolate skin so smooth,
Nicely shaven
Something about those
Glasses on your face
make my heart race
so sexy, so smart
I Try to look away,
I bite my bottom lip
knowing I better quit
staring at you.
Why do you make me feel the way I do
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