I've had my eye on you, strawberry
You with the porcelain smile
You're so sweet; you're so kind
I see you haven't frowned in a while
Ahh you, with your dark, wavy hair
And the pink lips that part so fast
I wish they knew you like I did
And the consequences of your past
Won't you let me free you, dove?
So that you may soar like you were born to
Let me make you my immaculate angel
And we'll love like we were sworn to
Ahh, darling, you precious little thing
So fragile and pretty; detailed and fine
There's just one thing I dislike of you
Tell me, why aren't you mine?
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