::the open end::

I love you, I wanna love you tender.
You could be my only sweet surrender.
I would never bring you any kind of sorrow. 

You love me, you wanna love me tender.
How can I be sure you’re not pretender?
You want me today,
But what about tomorrow?

Oh, you’re absolutely fine,
Your lips are taste of wine.
I’d like to think you’re mine.
And if I could touch your hand,
This rock would turn to sand,
So this is where we stand.

You love me, you wanna love me tender.
How can I be sure you’re not pretender?
You want me today,
But what about tomorrow?

I love you, I wanna love you tender.
I just want to be your loving fender.
I would like to take you;
Where no one can deceive you.

I love you, I too can be so tender.
I can be your only sweet surrender,
And if you give your heart,
I never ever leave you.

Oh, you’re absolutely fine,
Your lips are taste of wine.
I’d like to think you’re mine.
And if I could touch your hand,
This rock would turn to sand,
So this is where we stand.

If we all say “Wanna love you tender,”
No-one has to be a great pretender.
And this world would be
A better place to live in.

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