I wonder why these women are so beautiful
That when we see them we start breathing high
They do nothing but smile just a little
And we men start flying on cloud nine in dark skies
When the creator created these sweet blunders
Was he in his senses? I wonder if he! !
The moment their skin touch our skin
Little tractors run through our blood & eyes full of glee
I wonder why these women are so beautiful
That not to love them would be to breath last
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