The way those blue jeans hugged your hips
And how it felt when I touched your lips
What was that tingle going down my spine
My heart was pinging like fishing line
Oh, I don’t know what it was
But what it was, was electric
And how it felt when I touched your lips
What was that tingle going down my spine
My heart was pinging like fishing line
Oh, I don’t know what it was
But what it was, was electric
© 2012 Paul Mize
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