by Afronative

Stolen moments on the phone
At the museum, all alone
You and I now Cupidsí own
In our bliss...Away from family we do our deeds
From our friends we take no heed
But as lovers we plant a seed
All alone...Precious moments are so few
Everything old to us brand new
Stealthy meetings in mornings' dew
On we go...You look at him but just see me
I avoid her so you can be
To save this love we must deceive
One and all, soon all will come clean
And the truth will seem so mean
And excuses mighty lean
Will not cover...Stolen Moments.

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