Treasure Island

Catherine Hebert


I’ve Got You On My Mind Tonight


With your sexy laugh and your sexy smile,
you’d make any girl go wild.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming
that you were here with me.
Holding me, laughing with me,
kissing me, or even making fun of me.

Nothing you’ve done; nothing you’ve said
has ever made me want to cry or hide.
No matter what you do,
I only wish to spend more time with you.
If only you were mine,
we could dance under the moonlight,
we could pretend no one else existed
Just for the night or for our whole lives,
our worlds could coincide.
I’d never be lonely with you by my side.
Oh, I’ve got you on my mind tonight.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 14, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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