Wander down a darkened street with no sense of direction
a beauty mark left in the park, last remnants of perfection
if wandering is all that you do
what chance is there of finding true love
if true love is as true love does
I'll give all that I am because
I'm ready and waiting for something new
In fact, I'm waiting for you
a thundering tempo a roaring fire
a boxing match down to the wire
a lilting laugh a grand romance
a tickling match until we tire
if excitement is all that you need
I'm afraid I'll leave your heart to bleed, love
if true love is as true love does
I'll give all that I am because
I've nothing left, need something new
In fact, all I need is you
I search again for someone to approach the goal: perfection
is something more hid past the door, or a simple misdirection?
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