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Lips soft as a feather, I give her a kiss No sugar needed, life is sweet as it is At night she's asleep with her head on my chest With her by my side I can finally rest I come home from work to a dinner for two, As i hear her soft voice whisper "I love you" Holding her hand on long walks in the spring On weekends we're lazy, would not change a thing And the only argument we ever face Is about the color we will paint our new place She tells me that she might want kids someday too I tell her that's fine - no challenge's too big with you It's everything Ive dreamed of What a shame to see That he's living my best life Instead of me
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Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 8:30 PM UTC
Living My Best Life
Lips soft as a feather, I give her a kiss No sugar needed, life is sweet as it is At night she's asleep with her head on my chest With her by my side I can finally rest I come home from work to a dinner for two, As i hear her soft voice whisper "I love you" Holding her hand on long walks in the spring On weekends we're lazy, would not change a thing And the only argument we ever face Is about the color we will paint our new place She tells me that she might want kids someday too I tell her that's fine - no challenge's too big with you It's everything Ive dreamed of What a shame to see That he's living my best life Instead of me
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Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 8:30 PM UTC
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