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The hallway is the place where it all goes down
I hear your voice,
I immediately turn around;
Nevertheless, I sense your eyes,
We glance at each other, as no surprise.
The scent of your body passes and I inhale the sweet, aroma
The touch of your arm feels so smooth as we clumsily meet.

The outside world is where we can all throw down
I see your face,
I immediately turn around
You seeing my presence is too risky,
For I would really rather you miss me.

I am in love with you, need I say more;
I guess I should stop, before my heart gets tore.