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COLD BUMPS
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It's not all physical, nor biological,
but I know that I can count on you.
in my darkest hour, oh baby, oh baby.
I know you're my friend but some kind of friend,
who break me down yeah, yet makes me feel,
like I'm gaining power, oh baby, oh baby.
I get cold bumps when I'm near you,
and then all the feelings,
bottled up inside of me,
move up to my skin.
Just look at my hand.
I've been trying hard to hide it,
but my efforts fail to keep it,
buried within, yeah, buried within.
Tickle me here tickle me there,
I need your sweet, sweet conversation,
over and over again, oh babe, ooh babe.
I bet you don't know, now you'll never know,
but I get a rush, you don't know it cause I blush.
but whenever you approach, nahnah. oh baby ooh.
I get cold bumps when I'm near you,
and then all the feelings,
bottled up inside of me,
move up to my skin.
Just look at my hand.
I've been trying hard to hide it,
but my efforts fail to keep it,
buried within, yeah, buried within.
You're such a sweet agony, ooh such a sweet agony,
pure agony, sweet agony.
It's not all physical, nor biological,
but I know I can count on you,
in my darkest hour oh baby oh babe.
I know you're my friend, but some kind of friend,
Who breaks me down yet make me feel,
like I'm loosing power, oh babe oh babe.
I get cold bumps when I'm near you,
and then all the feelings,
bottled up inside of me,
move up to my skin.
Just look at my hand.
I've been trying hard to hide it,
but my efforts fail to keep it,
buried within, yeah, buried within.
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