She wore my favorite shirt
She looked great with her hair tied up
Black and silver on her skin
Scent of me and she’s happy in
I took her to the cinema
Held her hand for the very first time
Couldn’t take my eyes from hers
Under her spell untamed and wild
Bought a black car and she drives me home
From the Castle to the Wembley domes
I stay with her nearly every night
It feels so good feels so right
So what’s the next step we can take
A new position or a weekend break
Change the lock and open up
A different story or a brand new look
I moved away and we kept in touch
She still wears my favourite shirt
Black and silver on her skin
Scent of her can we begin again
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