You’re The Owner

O Lovey-dovey, hours through,
Day and night I think of you.

O Lovey-dovey, flower fine,
Your lips’ petals—they are mine!

O Lovey-dovey, take my heart,
You’re the owner, whole and part!

O Lovey-dovey, squeeze my hand,
Scorch me with your fiery brand!

O Lovey-dovey, burn my lips,
Cool, then, with your fingertips.

O Lovey-dovey, lovey dove,
You own me and all my love!

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