Wanna play? Only if you’re sure now
But the way you held my fingertips
I knew that was it
For me and all time
I swore that I would make you mine
And failed utterly in the employ
But every day with you’s a joy
And every welt and every bruise
Turns to something I can use
And colours that I can paint with
I promised you, isn’t it
And I make good, at least I hope I do
But the future’s up to you
So let me know if you change your mind
I’ll be waiting here, anytime
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