歌词
作曲：Laz McCluskey
作词：Laz McCluskey
He first saw her in the library
Their eyes met, as he picked up her book
And the back of his hand brushed against nylon
She responded with more than just a look
Stories they can tell
With the tales from the book club
Once a week he re-writes his Tuesday night
Mixes fiction and fact with the cheese and wine
Alone in a crowd, he’s in her sights
Fingers slowly, they run on down the spine
Stories they can tell
With the tales from the book club
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