15.3.11

I see you on the street and you walk on by

Something
in the way you love me
won't let me be,
I don't want to be your
prisoner,
so, baby, won't you set me
free?
Stop
playing with my heart,
finish what you start
when you make my love come down.
If you want me let me know,
baby let it show,
honey,
don't you fool around.

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