Numbers and dreams
Certain phrases and emotions
Looking over laughing,at least A notion,
Not to you,but mainly myself
Incurable by defect,my conscious tell
In the shed,not the sharpest tool
I'll never grow up,still the Lovefool
Always confessing,my perfect crimes
Flip that frown,upside down
After cheap laughs,done playing around
I need work,and lots of attention
There is good and bad,you might mention
I am proud of both
Also ashamed
If I do the crime,I deserve to be blamed
Your words seem sharp,I am ready for it
Not 1 bit scared,so welcoming it
I can follow rules,and present A good case
You know my game,never lie to your face
That's A lie,hiding the best part
I saw your mind,from the start
Don't hide your curls,they are the bows on the gift
Be my focus,allow no shift
You are and I am,under the sun
when we are there, we are but 1
Thoughtful composure,is worth recognition,
Yours has become my "soul" mission
I'll buy anything,you ever sing
Not only fans of your paid parking
I'm kind of A handful,I will not lie
Allegedly not,
that everyday guy
post-its on the toilet,appointed help of kinds
Complain,express,whether or not fine
I can recover,if you have time
I'll be yours,if you'll be mine
Looking over laughing,at least A notion,
Not to you,but mainly myself
Incurable by defect,my conscious tell
In the shed,not the sharpest tool
I'll never grow up,still the Lovefool
Always confessing,my perfect crimes
Flip that frown,upside down
After cheap laughs,done playing around
I need work,and lots of attention
There is good and bad,you might mention
I am proud of both
Also ashamed
If I do the crime,I deserve to be blamed
Your words seem sharp,I am ready for it
Not 1 bit scared,so welcoming it
I can follow rules,and present A good case
You know my game,never lie to your face
That's A lie,hiding the best part
I saw your mind,from the start
Don't hide your curls,they are the bows on the gift
Be my focus,allow no shift
You are and I am,under the sun
when we are there, we are but 1
Thoughtful composure,is worth recognition,
Yours has become my "soul" mission
I'll buy anything,you ever sing
Not only fans of your paid parking
I'm kind of A handful,I will not lie
Allegedly not,
that everyday guy
post-its on the toilet,appointed help of kinds
Complain,express,whether or not fine
I can recover,if you have time
I'll be yours,if you'll be mine
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