at a small notebook
Her long straight hair,
And her shinning eyes,
She is the queen of your lair,
While I'm just nice.
I want her rosy lips,
I need her dazzling skin,
I'd like to have her hips,
Because that's what drown you in.
I wish I was her,
I'm jealous on what she has,
Yet I will always be there,
Cause my love for you will forever last.
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