Jessica Simpson - Sweetest Sin Lyrics
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Sweetest Sin
Sweetest Sin Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sweetest Sin By Jessica Simpson?
Can you imagine us making love
The way it would feel the first time that we touch Can you think of it the way I dream of it I want you to see it like I'm seeing it It's a picture of perfection The vision of you and I Your lips upon my lips (Can you just picture this) Your fingertips on my fingertips Your skin upon my skin Would be the sweetest sin That would be the sweetest sin, yeah All night I lay awake 'Cause it's too much to take Dreaming about the love that we could make All day I think of schemes To get you next to me I want you so bad I can barely breathe It's a sign of my obsession That I can't stop thinking 'bout Your lips upon my lips (Can you just picture this) Your fingertips on my fingertips Your skin upon my skin Would be the sweetest sin That would be the sweetest sin, yeah Your lips upon my lips (Can you just picture this) Temptation I could never resist Your skin upon my skin Would be the sweetest sin, yeah It would feel to good To be so bad You don't know how bad I want that I would do anything To feel Your lips upon my lips (Can you just picture this) Your fingertips on my fingertips Your skin upon my skin Would be the sweetest sin That would be the sweetest sin, yeah |
Who Wrote Sweetest Sin By Jessica Simpson?
Diane Eve Warren
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What's The Duration Of The Sweetest Sin By Jessica Simpson?The duration of Sweetest Sin is 3:14 minutes and seconds. |
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