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Unbuttoning our Pride
The perfect beat.... for this kind of Pride...
You and me finally making postponed promises a reality
late at night shadows of two lovers that knock down sheer sanity
making the moves that cast away set up inhibitions
shaking the whole truth up and down, with no prerogative conditions
Warming Up senses...
perspiration and sweat is already giving us sensual and enticing clues
unbuttoning all that pride from the head down to your stiletto shoes
Knowing ourselves so well, you just rounded up all my hopes indeed
unmasking hidden intentions by looking through that negligee you wear for me...
Just follow me and take my hands..
Follow that rhythm and everything will be fine
You told me today that tonight will be the perfect night
now sexy eyes, you just walk in front of me... pretending...
Just to measure up my chances, you see? Oh gee!
unbutton little by little more of the gifted pride that I luckily found
Pride and prejudice do not belong between this catchy beat and its sound
Stand in front of me and let me raise up that beautiful rounded neck
Kisses that cannot be described with written words for fear of causing a nervous wreck
Music encompassing canvasses of heated convection
The music is trying to picture our love and our deepest feelings
The air is already filled with passionate desires and "double meaning"
Hotter than an iron rod with justice for all of our flirtatious moves
You finally accepted that promise land... and we are heading to that moon
Wow! There we go again, playing that piano around your hips
Instrumental version of love that can be felt from cheek to cheek
Wonderful view of a woman that knows consciously her man
amazing and gracious "give and take" with so much fun
No math or science needed this very "split of a second" with a splash
No reasoning or common sense, because we have all the facts
Oh baby, you just unleashed the beast inside the man... again!
cadences and rocking satin covers that don't give truce to my numbed brain
You helped me to write this final act all... worn out
hands warm enough to melt the ice inside out and about
Smiling and giving me that uncanny advice to spice up the lines
and be able to get me inspired after a rewarding steamy night
Tomorrow will be another day and maybe we will get at it once more
sad that others cannot comprehend the reality of our love
glad that we found each other in this relentless time
mad at myself for having myself led to the wrong women despite...
despite the fact that I knew they were going to crush this life of mine...
Thankful to have my baby, that left that pride out the door
grateful for the lady, that knew how to take care of this troubadour
doing it again maybe, for the winner that takes it all
regaining strength, because tonight I have an appointment with true love...