And if the world doesn’t end, me and you are going somewhere nice.
I’ll buy tickets to Slash or a trip to New Delhi.
Your peppermint kisses will be on my lips.
And if the world doesn’t end, me and you are going somewhere nice.
You’ll give me roses and ginger bread hearts.
I’ll be all cuddled up in your arms.
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