It's rolled up in a blanket on a Sunday morning
Soft sweet kisses without any warning
Lip-stick on my coffee cup
It's a walk on the shore with the sunset dippin'
You and me together on the back porch sippin'
Holding you here in my arms like this
It would be here on my cheek
There could never be a distance
And if love had a face to look into
That I can see, feel and touch
All rolled up in a blanket on a Sunday morning
Soft sweet kisses without any warning
Lip-stick on my coffee cup
With your head on my shoulder
Talkin' bout dreams and growin' older
Just getting better with time
With your hand against my heart like this
A night by the fire with your head on my shoulder
Talkin' bout dreams and growin' older
Just getting better with time
With your hand against my heart like this
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