Believe.

Believe

I’ve got to look good if I want her to notice.

She always looks good. Believe me I’ve noticed,

And if the stars align and things are oh so right,

Maybe, who knows? We could get on just fine.

And believe me she’s fine, like a razor’s edge.

She cuts me deep with every word that she says.

I let her words drop into my consciousness.

I’ve got to get it.  I’ve got to have it.

She’s stuck inside my head.

I need to confess.

I don’t understand why there are not queue’s of people,

Stood watching her, admiring.

She’s a work of art, created just for me.

She’s picture perfect.

She’s got all my cylinder’s a-firing.

She’s the Queen on the chess board.

There to be adored.

She’s double sixes on the dice.

She has snake-eyes for sure,

And I’m hypnotized.

I’m under her spell,

And believe me when I tell you she’s all that I want.

What the Hell!

I’m going to ask her for sure.

Come on. You all know me. I can ask her for sure...

All I’ve got to do is speak,

And believe me when I say,

If there is a way,

I’m going to love her,

For a minute,

For an hour,

For a day.

If I love her for a day, Then I’ll love her for a week,

And if I’m still in love with her after that,

I’m going to love her for a month.

If I love her for a month,

I’m going to love her for twelve.

If I love her longer,

I’m going to tell you all about her.

She will be nearly all I write about,

If only I can get with her.

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