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Wait a minute mister I think it might be best Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest The slightest bit of interest I should come with a warning See the majority of my life I've spent in rare from You know a couple of strokes below the norm But I'd empty the pockets of these jeans I've worn tonight If you'll forget yourself Until the morning Casue I'm thinking I could kiss you The warmest of all your breathin' days You don't have to kiss me back I just need to be sure I remember the way It could make me comfortable See I haven't slept in going on five hundred years And hide me 'neath the shade of the hand of fear And don't be confused The way I look is merely an act For finding dark corners Ask my friends, yea they all think they know Lest it seems from the last letter that he wrote Letras de cancionesThat I just can't clam down this hot blooded music in my throat And in comparison You made him, boring Still I'm thinking I could love you The sweetest of all you breathing days You don't have to give it back I just need to be sure I remember the way It could make me comfortable So wait just one minute mister I think it might be best Cause the way you look sure seems to suggest The slightest bit of interest I should come with a warning From Letras Mania