That Nite
thinking of me, thinking of him
thinking of the reasons i started to sin
in my mind, it seemed so simple
but now i know i just can't win
first it was a smile, and then a word
a twinkle in my eye when looking at him
sweet words of no harm, seemed innocent
until a spark-a kiss beneath the chin
fundamentally moral, mentally mine
he moved with the wind, simply sublime
a stroke of luck with timing divine
he was perfect but made of wine
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