There was something in the wine,
And the girl is looking at you,
It tastes like lime.
She throws her hair over your shoulder,
Red colors the music ,
Her lips move you to dance.
Something is in the wine,
No more pretending,
Oh you caught her eye,
Walking in the room,
Saw her hair in your hands ,
Not his,
And her arms around you like this...
It tastes like lime,
That's what she whispers ,
Walking closer to the man she came with,
He's older,
He's bolder,
But given enough time..
There was something in the wine,
Now she's looking at you,
Lime she mouths,
red colors the music,
but outlines her smile,
While his fingers tangle in her hair.
No more room for pretending,
He's older,
bolder,
And yeah he's got the time ..
She pressed her fingers to her lips,
Swinging on his shoulder,
Walking by,
Kissing the floor hurt,
And letting go of the night hurts your pride,
So much for play,
Lime.
©windel
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