He takes my hand and holds it,
And I smile.
Once I look in his eyes,
I have the power to run 10 miles.
I love him and he loves me.
I was blind but now I can see.
I know he makes me happy,
I am kissing him.
Whever he competes,
I know he'll win.
I just love him,
Just love kissing him.
I love him.
Love em'.
Kissing him.
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