Your the start of my morning
the conclusion to my day...
I say that i hate you
But You and I both know I don't...
You gaze into my eyes,
and I know the feelings are true...
First look, First touch, First kiss.
Fate was my guiding light...
In a bleak winter,
wilted tree flutter...
You don't know what you do to me
And I'm not sure I can explain...
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I was surprised knowing that you're getting away...
If you will leave me hanging
I will die, die, die...
Shyly I look over to him,
He looks like a dream come true...
You are my first love...
My first time...
My mind boarded a bus and departed
for a visit to times of the past...
I kept it in its genuine pink
box, I only open it once...