If A Flower Could Talk, Then It’s You,
If a Bee Is Crying, Then It’s me.
I’m crying to Earn Your Love,
But you are leaving me behind.
Today, Yesterday, Tomorrow.
I’m Waiting, I Waited, I’ll Wait
For That One and only Love,
From My Cutie Li’l Dove.
If I’m losing myself on someone,
It’ll always be one you.
If Angels are true,
You would be one of them too.
Dear God When I Get to heaven,
Please Lemme Bring my Woman
When she comes Temme That You’ll let her In
Oh Lord Temme If You can.
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