Like a thorn in the side
Always present
Yippee, what can I do
Way too much
Intoxicated by you
Till dusk or dawn
Here with me
My constant distraction
Enigma, the one I love
I see you in every reflection I will become your flute And only your lips can blow me You're my only destination Your heart and mine interfuse I know right, lovey dovey Smile, epitome of perfection Any rumors of distrust, refute Possessive, I belong to thee
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