I met him at the desk—a spark, a shock, a sign,

The air was thick with tension, tangling the line.

Maybe a date? But fear ties my tongue in knots,

No, no, no—I’m stuck in these silent thoughts.

He locked his eyes on mine, held the stare so tight,

Asked, “So what are we gonna do with this tonight?”

I looked away, my pulse was beating wild,

Said, “Baby, tell me what you’d like, just say the style.”

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**Chorus:**

Love’s beautiful, but falling’s the real high,

Ride the rollercoaster till we touch the sky.

Dive into the icy rush, feel it take control,

Till one of us whispers, “I love you—let it show.”

I love you, love you—let the fire grow.

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