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Oh, Bluesy's come a callin'
I can't contain excitement
If you knew bluesy you'd know why
You'd know whyyyyyy
You'd try to steal her magic
To call your own
And I can't have that
No, I can't have that
It's something I won't share
Claim for myself alone
Me & Bluesy
We harmonize our souls unreservedly
Beat the drums of our pulses
From soft tapping to hard pound
Where there's nothing we won't try
To capture an elusive sigh
We haven't found
On satin sheets
Me & Bluesy
We get stoned on our love
Smoking scarlet serenity
Sensual saxophone waves
Contained longing in a bong
Reverberates our hearts
Violins freely play
Every bow of our sex
A never ending climax
Sweet crashing couplets
We're a circle of completion
She ends where I begin
I begin where she ends
And she's come a callin'
So I must answer
I have to go
Answer
Now
~ Soulstar
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