Was it me? Was it really me?
        Your feet were made for kissing
Was I the one whose heart was set free?
        Your eyes with smiles shine
Was I the one who shook in ecstacy?
        Your fingers are for caressing
Was that me? Was that really me?
        And your mouth is sweet as wine

Was it us? You and me and us?
        We threw the dice the long odds chancing
That wind that blew from east to west?
        Countless smiles lit our eyes
That star that soared above the dust?
        Our feet were made for dancing
Were we really the ones that was?
        Our mouths not for good byes

She asked the cashier who was playing, the girl said, "oh that's a demo disk from some new band, I think they're called the Twisted Pears or something like that."

Making a mental note, she gathered her things and went out.





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