Bermuda Triangle

By DESA

On Year in a Red Room

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This time I'm writing a song for you

I don't care who hears it

I don't care how long the feeling lasts

Tonight I want you here and nude or clothed and laughing

The other thoughts can cool their jets in the Bermuda Triangle with my old regrets

Important thoughts have found a big hole and I looked into it

Lo and behold you were inside pulling up your white t-shirt one day before my birthday

Indeed a grand gift it would be to feel good and report every detail to me

Even if I can't tell another soul, it's still better than suffocating

I was getting deathly sick of not feeling what I wanted when I wanted

So now I'll never say never

I'll say never never again