Love (1 rating) by Greg Sereda
love
it comes like a thief in the night, striking in your sleep
you don't know it yet, but you're in it pretty deep
when you wake up in the morning you'll be so whipped
itll be honey this, baby that, and all kinds of nicks
goodnight
GOODNIGHT
sleep tight
SLEEP TIGHT
hold me Im cold would you
marry me and I'll forever grow old with you
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