B Intimate

I'm taking the dish given the risk for terminal loneliness
Filling the lungs and havin' my fun
Needn't have cause for alarm

So I'm ridding the stench, and clearing the bench of all previous failures
Now you and me go, and not a one knows on how to preserve our regalia

I'm calling you mine, keeping my dime, and dialing back the psychosis
And isn't it fair so why have a care?, be free from all diagnosis

From my commander's seat you stole my heart
With blonde intimacy you stole my heart
Keep me right
With blonde intimacy you stole my heart



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Writer(s): Christopher Richard
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