I watch you walk down the halls in style.
I can't help but look at you and smile.
I see you staring at me.
You're eyes are as pure as honey.
I can't help but think love is great.
You tickle and poke my tummy.
You tell me you love me.
You hold me when I'm sad
And kiss me when I'm mad.
I can't help but think love is great.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
I watch you walk down the halls in style.
I can't help but look at you and smile.
I see you staring at me.
You're eyes are as pure as honey.
I can't help but think love is great.
You tickle and poke my tummy.
You tell me you love me.
You hold me when I'm sad
And kiss me when I'm mad.
I can't help but think love is great.
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