Jon Bryant - Don't Cover Up Lyrics
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Don't Cover Up
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What Are The Lyrics For Don't Cover Up By Jon Bryant?
My body's shaking
I know I'm not deserving But this is how we're turning out Entertaining Every little excuse I'm making up to keep you close Baby, take it all off You could put it all on me We could take it real slow We could live a fantasy And if we bond through desire Like we ain't on a fiery streak Just know that I'll find you, so Don't cover up my love Don't cover up my love Don't cover up my love I'm always beside you Don't cover up my love I watch your heart sink I wanna make it alright Like cigarettes at midnight Let me stay here Underneath your eyelids 'Cause you were cut from my ribs Baby, take it all off You could put it all on me We could take it real slow We could live a fantasy And if we lose all desire Whenever you tired of me Just know that I'll find you, so Don't cover up my love Don't cover up my love Don't cover up my love (no, the darkness won't hide you) Don't cover up my love (if you lose me, I'll find you) Don't cover up my love (yeah, I'm always beside you) Don't cover up my love (if you lose me, I'll find you) Don't cover up my love (no, the darkness won't hide you) Don't cover up my love Don't cover up my love |
Who Wrote Don't Cover Up By Jon Bryant?
John David Bryant, Nygel Asselin
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What's The Duration Of The Don't Cover Up By Jon Bryant?The duration of Don't Cover Up is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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