Some of them may want to throw me with a basket full of a stinky trash
He may not be a good man or a wise one
But I know
That I smile when he came.
I won't exist today
As I laid back my head on the chair
Swinging my feet and hoping you greet me with the warmest smile
They can judge me for being so overcome to always tell about you.
To the man who never I got bored with
To the man who made me think higher
To the man who always gave me something
I think that you should come inside
And playing these words together.
To my November man,
I need to marry your mind.
always describe your man..
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