"Come on over" by Thomas Thomson

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It was your red shirt and your blue jeans that caught my eye
It was your dark hair in the wind that held my glaze
Whatever it was doesn’t matter I know you are real
And my heart is now ready to fly

Come on over, come sit by my table
Let me look at you and whisper hello
Come on over, come warm by the fire
Hear my heart cries out with pure desire

Verse 2:
And so I watched you buy a red rose on that day
With your olive skin you were engraved in my mind
I knew this could be forever for me.
And I was hoping that you’d turn and stay.

So what do you say when I tell you
I have been dreaming about you
So what do you say if tell you Im never letting you go

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