Personal Space
I had a dream of us last night
A Nashville club, squeezed in so tight
Completely packed, the second floor
Against the rail, hot to the core
Country music, kickin' band
I took my place, where did I stand?
Behind you, moving unforeseen
So close, soooo close, no space between
Air so thick I couldn't breathe
No way though did I want to leave
A heady fragrance filled the room
I love your Baccarat perfume
You turned and sent a wink my way
What happened next here cannot say
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