life is cool,
with you, i need a pull, my cover
life shows affection, rain and sunlight,
with your kisses, you speak volume
with words not heard, but action cared,
who says, you are not mine,
i tell him every dime of time
you proved true good, life is cool,
who says, you are not real, then,
let him tell me life does not
exist, what about this affection,
those words are infection, cause
this is my detection, life is
cool, so let me pull her to
my bed, and then she knows
am now heard, since am the head
still, respect that life is
cool, cause those affection, rainfall,
sunlight, are too true to be rude,
life is cool
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