Those thoughts...
Those impure thoughts
Have had me in their grip
I was thinking of you all day
Even on our little boat trip
I try to control myself
But it is useless
'Cause when I think of you
My mind slips beneath your clothes
As Shakira sang...
"Underneath your clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory..."
And what a territory I own?
Yes indeed
I love you
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