Her
From time to time, I think of her.
When she's on my mind, I can't stop missin her.
And when I go to sleep, I dream of her.
And in my dreams, I'm kissin her.
So when I wake up, I'll look 4 her.
Once I find her, I'll never let go of her.
You can have my body, but my soul is hers.
And hers is mine, so I'd even die 4 her.
I find her stunning, It's more than style with her.
Truth be told, if I was her.
I'd want someone, who would stand up for her.
Cause I find beauty, in the ugliest parts of her.
And I want to hang out, so I can say I am wit her.
I'll even cuddle, b4 sex wit her.
She has the type of beauty, that you know God took his time wit her,
So much so, that when he looks at her,
He brags to other Gods like, " Damn, I did good wit her."
And all I wanna know is, when will I meet her.
So if you fit the description, gimme a call so I can find out if... you... are...her!
2007-11-08
17:06:48
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