We smile all of the time
These eyes have seen it all before
But you stand taller than all those women who have come before
When we met right at the middle – hate to cliche say it but eye-to-eye
Been waiting for awhile
Dry to the bone, fair cumbersome
The sum of beauty, seems you were gift-wrapped
Sent with a duty
To steal my art
All of the way over
Now let’s get drunk and play-pretend we were never sober

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