All The Things I Want To Know About You / Sand Dunes

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Baby I imagine you to be a sand dune. Heaps of you; in each speck of sand. I can see the questions; all the things I want to know about you.

Who was the first girl that made you smile? Can you teach me what she said or did?

Who was the first girl that broke your heart? Can you teach me everything I need to avoid?

Who was the first girl you made love to? Cause I have the awe she had of you in my eyes.

Who was the first girl that laughed at you? Cause I know she wanted to laugh with you but didn’t know what to do.

Better yet, who was the girl that made you laugh? Can you teach me what you liked about her humour?

Who was the first girl that you kissed? Can you teach me how to hold you on my lips?

Who was the first girl you asked out? Can you teach me what makes it so easy for you to do this?

Who was the first girl you caressed? Can you teach me where you want to hold and crave for on my body?

Baby, I imagine myself to be a sand dune, burdened by all the things I want to know about you.

Can the desert wind blow over these questions? Underneath all these grains of sands, I just crave for specks of you.

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