You don't know what you do to me.
You make my blood run hot.
My love for you runs strong and true.
You mean everything to me.
You don't know what you do to me.
I dream about you every night.
All I every wanted was you.
You mean everything to me.
You don't know what you do to me.
I think of you each day.
I need you by my side.
You mean everything to me.
You don't know what you do to me.
I've been waiting all my life for you.
I'm so in love with you.
You mean everything to me.
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Danielle Mosley
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