He's taller, more muscular, and plays football better.
But he's no you
He has the sexiest New York accent, and his dress game is always on point.
But he's no you.
He has the cutest smile and can make me laugh for hours.
But he's no you.
He's very intelligent and into his work.
But he's no you.
He looks so good in a uniform, and he's so sweet.
But he's no you.
He knows how to hold me just right.
But he's no you.
He always knows just what to say to make me smile.
But he's no you.
He knows just how to stare at me to make me weak.
But he's no you.
They all have qualities that make a perfect b.f., but their not my boyfriend. my king. Charles Edward Robinson da third
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem