He has me swingin and jivin like I'm in a bee hive. His heart counts more than my soul. I'll pull out my nine. He loves like a mine. His head only relieves. He doesn't start and I'm the loser. Touching your face, he means it, every damn thing. He's almost like my dream living simutaneously close. Are you serious? I'll save you.
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