When My Heart Does the Talking
When my heart does the talking, I always say yes
When my heart does the talking, my life's always a mess
Distinguising characteristics, eyes that are so blue
How can I be so bling, to never see the truth
Your touch is something I cannon resist, one as soft and as gentle as a cool Autumn's mist
Hoping and Dreaming that things will change
Is like getting a cowboy off his range
I've finally learned my lesson, I've finally seen the light
Your eyes and your touch are no match for what's right
Now, when my heart does the talking, I always say no
For when my heart does the talking, I have a place to go
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