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I want the girl all dressed in white;
she turns,
and says, "hello."

She changes colors like a bird,
I grab her wings and fly away.

She takes me high
and leaves me there;
I never want back down.

Love,
love,
it's a beautiful place,
it's a beautiful taste,
where I am now,
where I am now,
and I belong,
and I belong.

The gentle high
is all to blame;
I cried
for seven days.

I feel myself losing control
to all the voices in my soul.

There is the girl
in white again:
I need the sugar from her hand.

Love,
love,
it's a beautiful place,
it's a beautiful taste,
where I am now,
where I am now,
and I belong,
and I belong.

And it's such a wonderful way,
we're making love right now,
and it's such a wonderful way.

And it's such a wonderful way,
you fill me up inside,
you fill me up inside,
you fill me up inside.

Love,
love,
it's a beautiful place,
it's a beautiful taste,
where I am now,
where I am now,
and I belong,
and I belong.