I don’t want a thing
on Saturday mornings
just my favorite songs
playing low.
I don’t want to leave the bed,
just stay there,
holding you tightly,
all day long.
Let me sit cross legged,
tea in one hand,
and you in the other
sipping both,
slowly.
I don’t want a thing
on Saturday mornings
just my favorite songs
playing low.
I don’t want to leave the bed,
just stay there,
holding you tightly,
all day long.
Let me sit cross legged,
tea in one hand,
and you in the other
sipping both,
slowly.
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