You got stories in your eyes,
‘n I got this marrow deep desire to read ’em.
I don’t suppose you’d mind if I moved in close,
‘n pressed my lips to yours while you read ’em aloud?
I want to taste your life like you do.
You got stories in your eyes,
‘n I got this marrow deep desire to read ’em.
I don’t suppose you’d mind if I moved in close,
‘n pressed my lips to yours while you read ’em aloud?
I want to taste your life like you do.