My ways ‘bout beauty was lacking
up until she is here, a blinding fairness
She smiled to me, and I knew I was loving,
and it's lovely
She says hi
and am like, ma'am
She, passing fair, genuine, orderly and tidy
Dominating, and am unworthy
But she smiled to me, and I knew I was loving
And it's lovely
Her name is sweet music
writ with lightning across my gentle heart
Her superlative voice, along melodies path
She desires, and am glad at duty, energetic
She smiles to me, and I know am loving
And it's lovely
as she moves like a full moon across the skies
Illuminating the dark that along its path may lie
what grace to be company
to which I'd wager all, if there's any
She smiles to me, and I know am loving
And it's lovely
She's a star in my scenes in sleep
This's fruit in wake, that I reaped
Shall I wake to her figure by my side?
To worship and honour till my demise
I do not require morphine.
She's enough opium
Let her smile to me, or be soothed with her wine
flowing unend, her person, a podium
When she smiles to me, I kpnow am loving
And it's lovely
Shall I wish for more
than in her arms, a cuddling?
by ourselves ashore
leaving the world behind to be declared missing
Then she smiles to me, and I know am loving
and 'tis lovely
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