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Are you nuts?

 


I wanna grab life by the balls
Dingle with the stars and hold on real tight
Laugh out loud when the moon
jokes about how great I look dressed up
shining like the sun
in the nightclub
where we flirt with disaster
Just to get lucky

 

 

Each and every day
Stand tall with your height
When the magic kicks in
and I stumble and fall
when your front porch
knocks me off my feet

 


I want someone I can look at
with newborn eyes
til my head starts growing gray hair

 

 
Someone that thinks I am
the pick of the bunch
even when we sometimes
don't have the same taste
of right and wrong
even when I sometimes
may look stupid
in my opinion

 

spot me out
or spit it out

 

that's me in an nutshell




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Publicerad 2017-11-17 21:21



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