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Jun 1
He skips the candy, cant have no birthday cake
glucose, insulin, tries to regulate
He's got more rules than he deserves and it ain't fair
tells me I'm still pretty with my crooked bottom tooth and grey hair

He's got a laugh that feels like north carolina sun
his talk is light even when his day is a heavy one
his roof might leak when the clouds roll through
But he still asks, “Hey Nic how are you?”

and I don't know how he stays so kind
With all the problems and the **** on his mind
can’t touch sugar, not too much
But he’s sweet with every word and every now and then I crave his touch
he sends me his chill vibe music he makes for fun and it makes me feel whole

He’s sugar to me, sugar to my soul
Treats my heart like they did in the days of old
He's Sugar to my soul
Sugar to my soul
sugar to my soul
He's sugar
and I want the spikes

His family treats him like he's so small
But he stands almost 6 feet tall
He gives and gives to them and then gives some more
he washes their dishes when his feet are feeling sore

He talks like someone who still believes
Even though his illness, nowhere beat
He doesn’t ask me for sympathy
Just someone to see what he sees
and I see it
Oh I feel it
and he pours over me like honey

He's sugar to me
Sugar to my soul, treats my heart like they did in the days of old
sugar to my soul
He's sugar
and I want the spikes

He can’t eat sugar, not a lot
But he gives me all the sweet he’s got
And when the night feels dark and cold
He’s sugar, sugar to my soul
Yeah, he’s sugar to my soul, treats my heart like they did in the days of old
He's sugar to me
and I want the spikes

sugar to my soul
and it wont be too much for me
no sugar limit for me
he's sugar to my soul
Sugar, ohhhh
yeah
sugar to my soul
He's sooo sweet like in days of old
he's so sweet to me
Written by
Nicole Castaldini  33/F/New York
(33/F/New York)   
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