Treasure Island

Victor Robertson


Oh baby


Oh baby baby
Thinking of you makes me high
Take my hand and fly up up up into the sky
Oh baby baby
Thinking of you makes my world shine so bright
Hold me tight in this midsummer night
Oh baby baby
Thinking of you rocks me like a typhoon
Touch me now under the moon, baby, I'm not immune
Oh baby baby
Please let me explain
You have slain my pain
Oh baby baby
Our love entwined has made you mine
You are my lifeline
Oh baby baby you’ve had my heart, from the start
I can't deny, for it's no lie
I strive to survive for my baby boo
I love you!

Submitted: Monday, April 13, 2009

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