And I like the way you tend to move.
Twist your body. Instant groove.
And I'm feeling focused like you wouldn't dare.
And what's my purpose way up here?
And I like the way you talk to me.
You make me feel constantly erotic.
You cling to me like static in my hair.
Like a train coming, I can feel the air
twist and shape itself into a love affair.
And I don't know what's right,
I'm making my mind up.
Making my mind up.
And I won't hurt you.
You set me right/wrong.
You're semi right/wrong.
You're semi cold. You're semi hot.
You're semi day. You're semi night.
I set you wrong. I set you right.
Sometimes I'm wrong.
Sometimes you're right.
Teach me ways that I must follow:
I know I'm nothing like your mother...
"do well and not harm to others", I say.
That's just my way...
Teach me ways that I must follow:
I know not but to love you like my other.
Wake up! Stop blinding one another.
Share ideas, grow your meals, and move forward!
What are you tryin' to say? Just tell me now.
I like the way you move, and flip it around.
I will be your heart, if you be my rhyme.
Just try not to get caught up in this backwards
flow of time...
(Teach me ways that I must follow:
I know you're nothing like my mother.
So what? It's good for how long until it bothers?)
And what's my purpose way up here?
And I like the way you talk to me.
You make me feel constantly erratic.
You cling to me like static in my hair.
Like a train coming, I can feel the air
twist and shape itself into a love affair.
Artist: Hank Snow
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