Have you ever noticed, that I'm not acting
as I used to before?
Have you ever wondered, why I always keep
coming back for more?
What have you done to me, I'll never be the
same I'll tell you for sure.
Not that I'm complaining, a more beautiful vision-
I have ever seen.
You really are my ecstasy, my real
life fantasy.
There can be no other, while we still have
each other.
/ Fini /
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