Black hair black glasses black jeans red shoes
Walnut skin brown eyes gentle heart
Walking around or sitting in a chair
You're always perfect I'm always there
You may not notice the other guys but I do
I see the way you look at me I see the way they look at you
Hair- flowing in the wind soft sound of small feet
I stand and realize what I'm doing
I shouldn't do this. No one should
We'll laugh long. We'll laugh hard. Like two fireflies in a jar.
I'm not perfect that's quite clear. What's not clear is our future if we last to see it I need to make it through and I need you
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 3:11 AM UTC
Black hair black glasses black jeans red shoes
Walnut skin brown eyes gentle heart
Walking around or sitting in a chair
You're always perfect I'm always there
You may not notice the other guys but I do
I see the way you look at me I see the way they look at you
Hair- flowing in the wind soft sound of small feet
I stand and realize what I'm doing
I shouldn't do this. No one should
We'll laugh long. We'll laugh hard. Like two fireflies in a jar.
I'm not perfect that's quite clear. What's not clear is our future if we last to see it I need to make it through and I need you
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