The way a whiskey tingles downward
The way a storm can boil a sea
If I had known I would miss you like this
I would have made movies of every kiss.
The way a cloud engulfs a jet plane
The way a woman sips her tea
If I had known I would miss you like this
Ah, ah, ah, ah
The way the wind can whip the branches
The way a kind word sets me free
That is how you work on me, how you work on me!
Oh, how you work on me!
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