By Arcassin Burnham
Love I'm buying what your selling.
Will it be us,there ain't no telling.
Girl you better tell somebody when the gettings good,
Don't you get this passion I feel so misunderstood.
Safe to say for heaven's sake where it is safe,
Like everyday and nights to when I think of you I elevate,
The faith that you anticipate,
Means much to me than my own state,
If there was 6 billion of you the world would be a better place,
Tell somebody,
Wishing the pale moon would call us,
spending so much time together,
Swear the time would be very obvious,
Conversation is a rare specimen,
Don't want it to come an end,
Love you to the moon and back and all of it's glory,
Don't care if we commit a sin.
It always feels this good when I'm kissing you,
It always looks this good in a setting,
Please don't forget all these moments running through the
Trees, heavy virtues,
You'll know it cause I'll never ever hurt you,
Love I'm buying what your selling.
Will it be us,there ain't no telling.
Girl you better tell somebody when the gettings good,
Don't you get this passion I feel so misunderstood.
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