The Rest is History by Graham Parker The way your fingers trace a pattern down my spine The way your eyes dissolve and lock up tight with mine The sweetness of your skin takes my love and pulls me in All the memories that begin and end with you then fly back once again And the rest is not a mystery all things being equal The best plot is a love story and here comes the sequal And the rest is history...um hum The sound your breathing makes when you are satisfied The shape your body takes when you are by my side The angle of the light strokes us in the afternoon The way I hold on tight as if my life depended upon you And in my way I try to be someone with affection The future's not a certainty it's only a direction
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