To the rhythm of love.
My head is stuck in the clouds. She begs me to come down. Says "Boy quit foolin' around". I told her " I love the view from up here, warm sun and wind in my ear. We'll watch the world from above, as it turns to the rhythm of love". [...] When the moon is low we can dance in slow motion, and all your tears will subside. All your tears will dry. And long after I've gone you'll still be humming along, and I will keep you in my mind the way you make love so fine. We may only have tonight, but till the morning sun you're mine all mine. Play the music low and sway to the rhythm of love.
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