The smell of you, baby, my senses, my senses be praisedThe smell of you, baby, my senses, my senses be praised
Kissing and running, kissing and running awayKissing and running, kissing and running awaySenses be praisedSenses be praised
You’re my saving grace, saving graceNothing will harm you and nothing will stand in your wayNothing, nothing, nothingNothing will stop you and nothing will stand in your way
No one will harm you, no one will stand in your wayNo one will bar you, nothing will stand in your wayNothing, there’s nothing

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