look at her smile,
You would think is a bright star for a while,
Her white teath in pile,
She would cure my scotching bile.
I think of her fondly,
In my hearts chest shes goldly,
One to keep holdly,
For her i myt be James or Jaxo bondly.
I strech my lips,
To repay her swaying hips,
All am thinking is shes the right one 4 keeps,
The one of my ribs.
All said and done,
I tell myself she is the one,
For shes with me under the sun,
The mother of my born son.
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