You’re not one of a kind
You get drunk,
You like wars
But you told me
You smoke because you felt nervous when you’re with me
You get drunk ‘coz you think I don’t love you
You like wars ‘coz you’ll fight for me.
My eyes told me too
I hate your lips,
I hate your eyes,
I hate how it looks at me.
But you told me more
You wish to kiss my lips
You love my sparkling eyes
That makes you driving you crazy.
I almost hate everything about you
You’re not attractive, not at all
But what makes it wrong?
You make my heart beats strong.
But you almost love everything about me
I attract you like no one ever did
That’s all for you what makes it right
You’re my Mr. Wrong, but I’m you’re Mr. Right.
Now I hate myself even more
But my heart told me so
I love you more and more
I love my Mr. Wrong
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