You had too many choices.
To chose from.
No one of thee bunch knew.
Who was the lucky one?
All competed to get the chance.
That they be the one that you romanced.
And the winner is-yet to be determine.
Through rumors and innuendo.
We still isn't clear on who the winner is.
Some say it him.
Some say it's me.
But the final decision's is with you.
About exactly the man that you choose.
And the winner is.
The man that you give your heart too.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 10:12 AM UTC
You had too many choices.
To chose from.
No one of thee bunch knew.
Who was the lucky one?
All competed to get the chance.
That they be the one that you romanced.
And the winner is-yet to be determine.
Through rumors and innuendo.
We still isn't clear on who the winner is.
Some say it him.
Some say it's me.
But the final decision's is with you.
About exactly the man that you choose.
And the winner is.
The man that you give your heart too.
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