The way she moves to the music
is extraordinary artistic
Like the pencil fills the white dots on a nearly fnished painting
her hands covers the cold spots on my body so hot
I desperatly want to kiss
the beautiful miss
This is a fantasy of a realistic dream
She is the only on that could light the beam
In my heart and soul
where it is infected by something called cold
In a place so dark and deep
she is the one who makes my heart beep
when it's dead
she gives me, the hungry child, bread
With a kiss so sweet and a weak speech
she makes my heart preach
The love and obsession for her
is more than a ritch bitch for her fur
When I am with her my heart screems her words
So happy that I could die!
Her father is a theaf
he stole a big star from the universe and gave her to me in a breaf
Thank you father for every lie that I shall kill
everyday I will
Just for this one girl
with the blonde lavender hair
who makes me cry
when she preach so happy I could die
Nik poem remiiix up live! Inspiration in the nation!
Take a dirty picture for me boy! I'll take a dirty picture for ya!
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