You are the sunshine
of my life
with who I dine, teach me
teach me to use a knife
not a fork
just talk after dine
no mints
it's gone eight
it's nine a fine time
sunshine of my life.
Tomorrow again shine
my sun
my current bun
of fun
I wil not whine
over a glass of wine
just say
we'll both
be thine..GBBS
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