Stuck in a haze
You have me in a daze
Day dreaming
When you look at me you have me beaming
If only I could have you
I would call you my boo
Is this true
Or am I cuckoo
Do I dare
To run my fingers through your hair
Kiss you oh so softly
It would heat so hotly
The mirrors would fog
I could have you panting like a dog
I'm so close
I can see your haloes
For now all I can do
Is stare at you
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