i fell in him like a cartwheel
straight out my wheelchair
and into his manly hands
i dont think i can be just friends
he is an king of this this damn castle
and help me through the aisle
treated me like i wore his
i am know im not really his
but he is my secret make a wish
fist thing on the wish list
and the last at the bucket list
people like me rarely get their dream
... come true but meeting you
remember i wore an mess
and how you put your hands on my body
did you know you the only been hands on
how i begin to have this feelings
when you kneel by the hospital bed
how you help me up every day
yeah i know i am quite of state
but i do believe meeting you
wore faith
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