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Dream Come True P2

With more accuracy then A precision guided missile It’s time to make this official Clear as a crystal Let’s get married So you could get carried Over the broom To a rose filled presidential room It’s just me, my honey, and light Made available by the moon Room service won’t call or come any time soon Cause that’s just the first night Of our two week honey moon Your world is now apart of my world I want a little boy And you want a little girl So we threw out the protection Hold up, hold up I forgot to paint the picture about the reception How you walked down the isle With an angelic smile Everything and everybody’s body Was covered in white From my patted leather Jordan’s To the four layer cake And for Christ sake I couldn’t wait I never was good at the dating games So I got ecstatic At the chance to exchange names

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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