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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I have enough time Yes 'cause love's alive and baby in its prime Oh it is just like Success ain't fun and games but for the saint's life Yeah he'll pray but maybe Hell'll hit Faithfully turn off the safety Baby Cupid shoots shells with hollow tips He'll lose an eye and they'll think he's crazy so We'll say it gave him a gift Baby the trait of a certifiable kiss Girl I see you have more than usual Yeah even before you visualize the visible With a noble temper, mature and golden in a A higher temperature than a crucible's molten innards But there's a secret to your strategy And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be So naturally keen at dodging me And it's a line of defense And girl you make a fence So girl I take offense Oh I know it's cliché but yeah they say that great men make it in- To places few others who even do take the risk've ever been But the only one in my blood that That doesn't shine like the sun it It naturally has to be the one where I refuse to call it a pun when I call you up to call you the one, there's A secret to your strategy And it's a tragedy 'cause darling you had to be So naturally keen at dodging me And it's a line of defense And girl you make a fence Hence I take offense Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven You play the chords You make me insane but maybe I'll give you your credit Oh to ward off Hell to reach towards Heaven You play the chords You make me insane but baby I'll give you your credit
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