You've always been
And always will be
The be-all and end-all
To me
The memories will linger
And grow more precious you see
So I'll hold them tightly. and clutch them
To me
The coy look in your eyes
When you said ' Should we? '
But sly words unspoken, said 'yes'
To me
We were young, now we're old
You'd think passion would grow cold
But you'll always be a 'hotty'
…To me…
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