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shes got me figured out,
Like her palm she knows my all about,
She knows im never loud,
But i whisper in shout.

Shes usualy keen on me,
Observant and close than she,
She kisses and makes me feel,
With her i always keep it real.

Shes a shoulder when am blue,
Listens and tells me whats true,
Firmly by me like glue,
Thats why i call her boo.

We chat all night,
For romance and teases we may pick a fight,
Am always strong and might,
Though for love i let her win to feel bright.

Let this be no secret,
I love one with no regret,
Shes smoking hot like cigarret,
Easy to love and relate,
Shes she whose next.