Baggage Claim from Conversion by Miss Christine

Flitter flutter, hands likes butter
Wanna melt your heart
Shy and coy, just the kinda boy
To steal my heart

I'll take you to the park
We'll walk till it's almost dark

See my car, we've come so far
But I still can't find the time
Oh I wonder if you'll ever be mine
No more expectations

Been here before
But I've never wanted something more

Cause I'm done playing silly games
Always placing blame on some other person
I'm at the baggage claim, spinning round your name
And I finally see it clearly
The many moving parts of this romantic start

Hang out on the line, running out of time
Vulnerable truth
You took my cue, so grateful too
Under the tree you kiss me

Not the place or time
Hoping I'm one step closer to calling you mine

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