An idea of you and the real you mix
Cake batter and icing perfect fixed fit
Obviously neither one of us is perfection
But you seem to be pretty close is what I’m guessing
Before the nasty and before the undressing
Yeah before that and before God a simple wedding
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I need to be able to hold hands
Count on you like a calculator calculating bands
Still learning almost halfway through
Want to belong with and belong to too
So if you want a poet devoted to your name
A gentleman preferring affection giving the same
Can you see past your past bury any shame
Let’s separate ourselves from this world’s games.
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We don’t have time to lean on walls and play shy
Don’t have time to hope someone walks this way oh my
Any real reason why we can’t speak and try to try
Or do you know a reason to let these good days go by?
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An idea of you and the real you mix
Cake batter and icing perfect fixed fit.
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