When suddenly you're breath strokes,
You're heart skips a beat,
And all you feel is this warming heat,
I had it when I laid my eyes,
On him for the first time,
He was so mysterious like an unsolved crime,
I just had to make him mine,
They told me he was trouble,
And I must agree I know he was a mistake,
But if he's a mistake,
I'd like to be wrong instead of right,
Because he might,
Be just the kind of wrong thats exactly right...
He's the mistake I love to make...
|You're the right kind of mistake, the one I love to make.|
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