I want to make love
again
before I die.
but I
don't want the mess
I don't want the fuss
I don't want to spend time
thinking 'bout "Us."
I don't want to get laid,
don't want to get paid.
Don't want to admit
I might be afraid.
But someday...it's not
asking so much.
All I need is a partner in crime.
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