Potential lyrics. Unsure where to go from here.
Oh, someday, somebody's gunna say
'I love the taste of your chapstick,
the smell of your hair,
the sounds you make when you're sleeping,
those jeans that you wear.
Baby, don't you know that you're the answer to my prayer?
And, oh, how it rains, when you're not there.'
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