In the club pt. 2
Just like in my dream
I saw t his beautiful being
But it wasn't in a club
I was in a shop, at the counter
At a scene
I looked below her waist
Her skirt was at the same place
She had the same face
Same voice, same wave
same smile, so lovely
Its like dejavu style
My heart stopped pumping
For a while
Then it started back
Cause she touched my hand
For the very first time
I looked over at her with a smile
And she said to me
Could you pass him to me please?
I said sure
Then it became
Our only contact
For the very first time
I looked left, I looked right
I looked up, I looked down
Oh shit!
It was her child
I saw t his beautiful being
But it wasn't in a club
I was in a shop, at the counter
At a scene
I looked below her waist
Her skirt was at the same place
She had the same face
Same voice, same wave
same smile, so lovely
Its like dejavu style
My heart stopped pumping
For a while
Then it started back
Cause she touched my hand
For the very first time
I looked over at her with a smile
And she said to me
Could you pass him to me please?
I said sure
Then it became
Our only contact
For the very first time
I looked left, I looked right
I looked up, I looked down
Oh shit!
It was her child
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