I LOVE THE WAY HE SMILE
I LOVE THE WAY HE LAUGH.
I LOVE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT ME
WITH THOSE CLEAR BLUE EYES.
I LOVE THE WAY HE HELPS ME WITH HOMEWORKS,
BECAUSE HE NEVER FAIL TO GIVE UP.
MOST OF ALL, I LOVE IT WHEN HIS MAD,
BECAUSE WHEN YOU COUNT FROM 1 TO 3(BANG)
HE'LL GET BAD WITH YOU.
SO IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO HE IS,
CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO FIVE 1,2,3,4,5.
HE'S MY FAVORITE, ''ELDER CHRIS''.
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