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Can't I?

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MyLifeisAverageStill

Published: Apr 6, 2011

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Can't I have your hand to hold?
Your heart with me, to never be sold
Can't I have a single kiss?
If not, it's one I'll always miss
Can't I have your heart to treasure?
Because I know you're the one I'll love forever
Can't I please be your girl?
The one you'll dance with, dip and whirl
Can't I have just* one lingering gaze or touch?
I know this is something I want too much
Can't I?
I know I shouldn't do but I stop and wonder what you would do
If I told you that I love you, would you say I love you too?

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