Again
The wind is cold against my skin Your skin was hot against my own Your whispered promise drew me in Though I knew I was better off alone…
The wind is cold against my skin
Your skin was hot against my own
Your whispered promise drew me in
Though I knew I was better off alone
Still, sometimes we like to believe
In myths we know not to be true
I wanted to fall in love again
And so I fell in love with you
What’s a girl supposed to do?
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