He looks around the room
innocently overlooks the
truth, should this lie go on?
Doesn't he know I've had
him memorized for so long?
He sees everything black
and white, never letting no
body see him cry, I don't
let no body see me wishing
he was mine...
I could tell you his favorite
colors' green he loves to
argue born on the 17 his
sisters' beautiful he has his
fathers' eyes and if you ask
me if I love him I'd lie...
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