Tamara Marks: Music

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I'm calm, cool, collected - the kind you don't expect to
Break into a sweat or forget what she's about to say
I don't rattle to easy, ain't squeamish or queasy
Got two feet solid on the ground beneath me most days

That's my disguise, I hide another side that most guy's eyes don't see
It's the part that shows when you come home an do what you do to me

When you shut that door, turn me on
Set the room on fire
My heart's beating in my chest like sneakers in a dryer

Sitting in the church pew right next to you
It's all I can do to keep my eyes glued on the preacher
You slide on over, scoot a little closer
Heaven knows you're making my knees weaker

The Lords prayer said, we bow our head
For a silent moment your hands holding mine
I'm so distracted by the racquet my hearts making 'cause I'm

Thinking bout the way you
Shut that door, turn me on
Set the room on fire
My heart's beating in my chest like sneakers in a dryer

Shut that door, turn me on
Set the room on fire
My heart's beating in my chest like sneakers in a dryer


Sneakers in a dryer
Sneakers in a dryer

Shut that door, turn me on
Set the room on fire
My heart's beating in my chest like sneakers in a dryer
Beating in my chest like sneakers in a dryer
Beating in my chest like sneakers in a dryer