from all your travelling round the world
to find you'd lost your girl
there are a hundred lovers
But any one that knows me
knows that's just not the way I roll
Oh, I'd like to go walking in your fields
each morning it gets cold
And I'd like to be the one who hangs your
boots up by the fire when you get home
And I'm sure right now you must be tied up
in a hundred girls in a world
Just know that you can call me
If I can be the one who makes you call
I can be the one who keeps
your blood just flowing right
then don't you think that maybe
So if you looked a little harder in my eyes,
see all the fires that you've had
And if you came a little closer to my arms,
feel all the sparks inside
And it takes a certain kind
to keep on knocking on a door
And I'm getting kind of tired
of trying to convince you
who makes you call into the night
I could be the one who keeps
your blood just flowing right
I'll never be plan A but don't
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