Your presence meant more than I’d anticipated
Took my breath away,
There’ll be angels making music in the air
There’ll be magic
This is the song with all the things in it
This
Hey now Ophelia
Are you looking for a swim?
Yeah, your
I got excellent intentions
And unbeatable excuses
And I’m moderate in vices
Wi
Once upon a time there was a cotton-candy slut
Who would’ve
I went to years of public schools
Those education tractor-pulls
It gave
Piss off the wrong people and they send you to
I wanna walk around
And kick the tires of your mind
Trace
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin kinda
These triumphs and successes
Just lead to bigger messes
Once blessed and
You’re wrong
And I’m right
And that won’t change
Not even if we
My manner is imperious, my logic is empirical
And I’m bad
He said "Mary is the rarest gem
And she's the wildest
Don’t give a damn what it’s all about
I just wanna
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