all she has to do
she called i folded
god i'm weak
all she has to do
is speak
why her why me
why here why now
love just is
no matter how
we're up we're down
now on now off
sometimes the peak
sometimes the trough
we mostly laugh
we sometimes fight
we bitch we cry
i hold her tight
she's charming witty
and she's clever
i guess our love
will last forever....
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