Let me tell you about a man
that treat me like an woman
not like an label or tabs
and since i met st . Christian
i have dips on his lips
like he put his hands on my waist
when he help me up
i like the way he look in the uniform
remind me of that red suit , god he is so cute
with that lock , yeah you are the reason why this place rock
sorta like ibiza rock , i remember i wore a bit down for not being head abroad
but then i glance into your eyes and they remind me of endless summer
i like how you are my Nordic light , local star and that drummer boy
that always come to me and fill me with joy
never thought i would get this pampered
you not even hit the bar yet but i know you make it
probably became honor student because you deserve it
think it kinda funny that i study abroad but only met , toads
how i went abroad , like twice but no connection
apparently i put on flight mode when i hit the road
but nobody left a mark in my heart like this guy
he wore like meting st. Claus , hipster beard and around him i wore so awkward
but i like that he made begin write again , that he though it wore okay because storytelling
is one thing that lay dear to my heart - except the people that make me an better poet
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