Weak In The Knees
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The way that you kiss me
Makes me weak in the knees.
I don't know where you learned to kiss
Like this,
But you know how to please.
The way that you touch me
Makes me melt like butter
And when you whisper in my ear
I hear
Sweet nothings that you mutter.
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