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your lips taste like chocolate brownie
your name sounds to me like a prayer
I know that it is impossible for us,
but please, just give me one chance

i'll love you in our paradise,
we'll have a cheese chrips,
you'll be happy, i promise
please, believe me.

you're a girl with blue eyes,
i'm like a better spiece -
i don't know that i can do,
but only goodness will be for you 

every my werb for you
like and every my move and glance.
we'll travel to France,
and to everybody's attempts to stop me

i'll say "hell to the no".