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Maybe, it's just me.
But then I accept that too.
I want my type of love made just for me.

And any problems that might come.
I can't say I want it like yours.
Because yours might have different kinds of problems.

I want the warmth, the kindness, the admiration.
I want the lost in emotions that affects only me.
I want that sensual, passionate and maybe a little submissive lover.
One thing for sure they know how to please.

Then maybe this just me that want to be embraced this way.
One that once blessed I constantly giving God praise.
I want my type of love.

Why?
Because it's beautiful.
I
America, love it or hate it.
American born citizens know it faults.
They see non-American born folks protesting here.

Why?
Go back to your native land and protests.
Odds are consequences be so different.
We see it.

Nothing wrong being proud of your culture.
We ALL shall be.
But understand hold America less responsible for your country leaders.
We see it.
You might not believe it.

Besides old decades of heritage and cultural ways.
Men love destruction over love.
Research, chosen country each decade involved in wars.
Oh, his friends and associates know him well.
Seen his in his pursuits.
To some he great, to others he's a fool.
But the ones adoring him for his ways.

Simply call him mister smooth, mister cool.
He the masters of words, not manipulations.
They have seen how his skills played out.

Just with a smile and a wink many seen women get weak.
And when he opens his mouth to speak.
That totally another thing.

He becomes mister charmer too.
He has mastered the tricks of getting his prey.
And never once have to begged a woman to come his way.
You say you're looking for love.
Well, I'm here.
What are you waiting for?

Oh, like many you seek a perfect man.
The one many gripes and complains about.
Not all perfect men great.

You say, you want to be safe and secured.
Well, I'm here.
What are you waiting for?

Some of those that you have overlooked just might have been your blessing.
Your treasure going forth.
Most men get attacked after the relationship falls apart.

You cry and speak about a sad affair.
But skips and delete your part of the trouble.
Well, I'm here.
Hello, sunshine.
Hello, friends.
It's a blessing to wake up and see you again.

Hello, beautiful.
Hello, with truth.
It's a blessing to enjoy this world once more.
And the beauty of God's world.

See, all his creatures just enjoying the substances around them.

When you glance off into the skies?
And ponder God's creatives geniuses.
How?
Can anyone no give credit to him?

Hello, adults.
Hello, children.
It's a blessing to see all hiss inheritances.

What good to you?
Is bad to others.
What bad in folks' opinions?
Is a joy to another.

Hello God, just for being you.
Would my theme be love?
If I was a song?
Would it detail my feelings for you?
Describe just how I feel?
------------feel for you baby.

Would it compare you to all types of weather?
Or point out I am your fellow.
If I was a song?

There are many directions it could go.
Take the path of sadness or the road to gladness.
Just totally express my feelings.
              --how I feel for you baby.

Just know my lyrics would leave a lasting impression.
Because it be my on self-confessions.

On how I feel.
On how I feel.
Stand on purpose.
Stand with firmness.
Be you, at all times.

Be you and speak your mind.

Be you in the streets.
Be you in the sheets.
Be you, at all times.

Anything fake I don't need.
All because pretense has never impressed me.
All because I live in reality.

Be you, at all times.
Be you in my company.
And you find peace, and joy within.
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