Young Love.
She stays up late at night
The image of his face in her mind
Pretending he’s beside her
Holding her
Caressing her skin
Whispering sweet dreams
And singing soft lullabies
And, oh, She knows she’s got it bad
And, oh, She knows she’s got it bad
And it makes her so sad
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