Taken during our first time in New York, 1992.
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When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
If I could steal, one final glance
One final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never ever end
'Cause I'd love love love to dance with my father again
sweet <3
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