Let’s touch.

Let’s feel my hand on the back of your neck.

Let’s see, let’s see the sea and watch for the waves that come.

Let’s allow them to wash through us.

Let’s marry.

Let’s say yes, let’s sign here and hear the stamp clamp down.

Let’s fall out of love like it was a hotel window.

Let’s wipe our brains on each other’s overalls.

Let’s walk away fine, all right, okay anyway.

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