Too short to call you
to close you
too sexy to have heavy breath
I must become a little giant heart breaker
Shoot to center aim and forget for the bad
at least till tomorrow
I must get an amnesia
of being mad
and cry in bed
rest on mount of onely
maybe it's not the correct way of word to tell
who's gonna appeal against?
imperfect human, it's natural
goin' to far
what I'm searching for?
just you
so, trully
I don't need to go anywhere..
but to receive you, me not angel
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