You fell from the sky, like the angel so high
Your eyes make your face, your smile tops the cake
Your style so cool it makes me drewl
You're my inspiration, no arguing sensation
I'll be your man, not a soldier, nor clam
Unless you prefer girls, i'll still make your world
We're leaving this town, so please stop your frown
Your world's no longer tipped upsidown
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