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Baby
Like the Birds and the Bee’s
There’s no one else for me.
The smile of a queen,
She belongs in a magazine.
My heart fludders with every beat,
Knowing I get to sit in the seat
Next to her in the car,
Hoping we go very far,
So I can spend more time,
Hearing her voice, like a chime,
And seeing her face,
In no other place,
But in the seat next to mine.
