When you ask me what I do all day
I think about you
I think about the eyes of yours
I think about the smile of yours
I think about the voice of yours
I think about the laugh of yours
I think about the hair of yours
I think about the touch of yours
I think about the thought of yours
I think about the fragrance of yours
And you ask me what I do all day
I think about you
And only you
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