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Strum Out The Body
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May 2012 Sitting in a room contemplating,
all the women i should be dating,
it's love that i'm stating,
ignoring that we're not mating,
a triangle of four, or a deep distance,
with another guy or in the hood like the Pistons,
play in my head like a rock concerts systems,
strum out the body and love her existence,
stuck the only nice guy alone in the human race,
like an empty box, i'm just taking up space,
am i on your head like a crown, your grace?
do i grow on you like a flower in a vase?
in my dreams we're just simply laying,
to some John Mayer softly playing,
on my bed is where we're staying,
in each others eyes is where we're praying.
