those pretty eyes, such pretty eyes,
i've danced in them before,
i've twirled around and fell right down,
but i'll dance in them once more,

i've broke my back, bending over,
just reaching for you lips,
i love the taste and savour it,
i drink you slow in sips,

your honey melts and i'm a bee,
for you- a slave, a drone,
pluck my wings and it's okay,
i've loved you more than flown.

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