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Maybe i'm in over my head, not like i haven't drowned,
before this girl, chills me out with curls when it's down,
laying on my pillows as your head listens to my arm,
massaging out every last knot, release all harm,

she's what i look up to at night, a star,
like Alex gave me the finest gift, a car,
now everything is mixed up and feeling bizarre,
how am i supposed to go that far?

if it was something special i'd still feel fuzzy,
if it isn't cuddly it isn't love, was he?
or am I, the man that makes you feel all bubbly,
sip on something good until your eyes are all puffy,

maybe i show that those eyes can get whatever,
your mind can think of, or taste buds can pleasure,
pass me the ball and i'll leave you with no pressure,
even if i miss i still have a miss like you to treasure.