you're quicksand
and im sinking steady
i make no move to find my footing
these legs cant fight the persistent pulling
in your hands i lose my shape
changeable as an artists clay
try and persuade my head you're all wrong for me
but my skin and my soul cant seem to agree
just a stare is all it takes
a stare or a glare and i am disarmed
no defenses, no resolve
no ammunition to fire
just an exposed heart, overflowing with desire
what i knew then
what i thought i knew when
is shedding like a shell
im hopelessly naked under your spell
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