Sweet Places


Come to me when you grow tired of being alone.
Come to me when you grow tired of being alone.
When you wish for good dreams and laughter.
When you wish for good dreams and laughter.
When you grow tired of good dreams and being alone,
wish for me to come to you.

Think of me as you drift off to sleep.
Think of me as you drift off to sleep.
Hold my hand and kiss my neck.
Hold my hand and kiss my neck.
As you drift to sleep,
hold me to you and kiss me.

Tell me how much you love me.
Tell me how much you love me.
Let your hands linger in the sweet places.
Let your hands linger in the sweet places.
Let your hands tell me you love me,
linger in the sweet places.

When you grow tired of good dreams and being alone,
let your hands tell me you love me.
Linger in the sweet places,
wish for me to come to you.
Hold me to you and kiss me,
as you drift to sleep.

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