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Apr 2013
If he could see himself through my eyes

his head wouldn’t fit through the door

If it’s the size I see it as

his **** would be hitting the floor

If we did it as much as I want

I wouldn’t be able to walk no more

If he cares half as much as I do

being together will never be a chore
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
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