King of dreams I'm a real smooth dancer, I'm fantasy man Master of illusion, magic touch in my hand All the stages are empty when I steal the scenes A beggar of love, second hand hero The stages are empty when I steal the scenes It doesn't matter if I'm

I can't get enough, enough, enough, enough, enough I'm staying up for love, love, love, love, love Waiting for the moment we can touch Staying up for love I can get no sleep, you got what I need When I got you next to me You keep me up 'til four in the

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Thought I'd been touched Thought I'd been kissed Thought I'd been loved But it was nothing, nothing like this There's nothing in my life I'd say I regret But there's something in your eyes that makes me forget The times that I believed that love was good

Kiss on the mouth, bliss of a touch Hand in a hand, killing the fiend I'll write my love on more Than a thousand weeping willows Walk on your voice so far so close Whispering child so cold so mild All the colors mixed up in falls of rainbows Tears on

They'll know you're trying to help 'em When you see them fall down But you pick 'em up You still let them touch the ground Don't worry, I swear Tryna stay light on my toes Just ran a light in a Rolls Told me I'm lookin' exhausted You hit it right on the

Bound and chained by your silence Things to be known If it awakens, Just where, Hey, hey you What ya gonna do? When you open your eyes And you realize Out of touch

Only you, only you Like I love myself No one's ever touched me like I touch myself No, nobody else Yeah-eh-eh, eh eh eh I don't wanna shower even if I stink 'Cause I don't wanna wash you off, wash you off my skin It's been about an hour

She's too hot to touch (She's too hot) She knows that I want it My love, it's easy for you Setting the rules and playing it cool My heart, like a broken cassette Echoes in my chest, we're getting close But she's too hot to touch You make me feel like

Big up di gyal dem weh fight it alone an ah raise two three pickney pon dem own, Weh di man deh? no man know dey home, Babylon have dem inna jail. Big up di juvenile dem inna di street, We a seh dem haffi make it an nah touch di chrome, Dem no waan wi fi