The sound of your voice makes my
Little girl heart float out from me
And drift back and forth between us,
Like a Frisbee floating through the sky
On a beach somewhere in the ol’ US of A.
Be careful and catch it every time.
No tricks or catching it under your legs
Or flinging it backwards,
Hoping I snag it before the hot sand does.
No tricks.
Hey, that’s my heart in your hands.
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