Sort of corny, but beautiful, little pop song
Music/Lyrics/Singing/Playing/Arranging/Recording: Tom O'Brien
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A song about sweet nothings
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There's a secret kind of code
That only I know how to write
But I want to let you in
If you will stay with me tonight
And I will use the kind of words
That you've only heard in dreams
And if you let me hold you close
I'm gonna show you what they mean
Magic words
That are only meant for you
Words of love
You'll be amazed what they can do
When I'm scratching with my pen
Symbols ancient to your eyes
If you just knew what they meant
It'd make you want to cry
They're a little sanctified
And a little bit obscene
And if you let me hold you close
I'm gonna show you what they mean
Magic words
That are only meant for you
Words of love
You'll be amazed what they can do
Hold my hand
That's the perfect place to start
Understand
What is written in my heart
Magic words
That are only meant for you
Words so pure
You'll be amazed what they can do
Magic words
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