Whether we're falling, flying,
living, dying , or making love
You're fueling my fire
Fanning the flames near
my powder keg heart
Igniting desire,
I been burning for you
You should have known
From the start, go on call me a liar
Let your words bounce checks
Place them bets all you want
Another queen of mean
sharp lips soft tongue
Til I carry the weight of
all these things You call love
Whether we're falling flying
living dying or making love...
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