It's like a hand inside of me she said
playing the strings of my heart.
Moving me, keeping me still.
We drove on in the streets of Paris.
Looking for our place in a city with no space.
It's like a hand inside of me she said
making me look all crazy
"crazy in love" right now.
We wandered on in the streets of macarons,
of "je t'aime" and "see you soons".
It's like your inside of me she said
protecting my heart
keeping it beating, bleeding.
I entered her heart and went home,
to stay.
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