Through the warmthest Cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure What to do with it Or where to put it I'm so close to tear And so close to Simply calling you up And simply suggesting We go to the hidden place That we go to the hidden place We go to the hidden place We go to a hidden place Now I have Been slightly shy And I can smell a pinch of hope To almost have allowed once fingers To stroke The fingers I was given to touch with But careful, careful There lies my passion, hidden There lies my love I'll hide it under a blanket Lull it to sleep
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Through the warmthest Cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure What to do with it Or where to put it I'm so close to tear And so close to Simply calling you up And simply suggesting We go to the hidden place That we go to the hidden place We go to the hidden place We go to a hidden place Now I have Been slightly shy And I can smell a pinch of hope To almost have allowed once fingers To stroke The fingers I was given to touch with But careful, careful There lies my passion, hidden There lies my love I'll hide it under a blanket Lull it to sleep