he read me like like a chart , like i wore some kinda art
he wore ¨soft like stuffing and she wore warm a kitten ¨
obvious she wore smitten of him , he look'ed like a dream
quite star stuck by this wise men ,yeah he know how to treat the woman
I was never have seen gentlemen and without you i probably drop dead
is sorta my bad ritual of mine to fall fall and and up in hospital bed
but at least i got i friend of it , i think
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