But daddy what? This one's got me on the spot But daddy why? I long for the days when you just cried. But daddy how? Your up to 300 questions now But daddy when? You just keep asking again and again But daddy who? The answer me, always me.
Better half could better see A better you, to better me You are my reason to try The only one to make me cry Better still and best of all A better friend to break my fall Love speaks exactly what it see's Without that loves just fantasy
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There's a harsh beauty in her her fairer sister can never hope to possess. It can't be replicated only worn in over time like a fine patina Stews of rich red wine with musky herbs of depth and desire added slowly over time A beauty that creeps on you like a dreich November fog Settling the silence of a soft Sunday lie in. Tea, toast and icy cuddles
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The next in line When they ran out the straight white teeth. The next in line as they dished up the last self belief. The next in line When they ran dry on artistic flair. When they gave out muscles, I wasn’t even there. The next in line When the luck ran dry. The next in line When they showed you how to cry. None of that matters. I pulled of the greatest coup, Because I was first in line for you.
She's always right and loves to smile when you are wrong and in denial. She'll always get you in the end no matter how you may defend. You'll never change the way she says That she writes the rules, she runs the plays. In matters of her heart you're already winning by taking part. You'll never own a Kitten Not even for a day But if you treat them well, there's a chance that they might stay. This might seem tough, it may seem hard but what is plain to see. Is that there's nothing quite as sweet as love that's given free.