My Big Strong Man
Will you be the man
That opens my jars and cans…
Makes dinner plans,
Likes holding hands,
And forget where it all began...
Be the dude
Who makes a fine mood
and makes me food,
Leaves Kisses tattooed
Lips, together almost glued
Be my guy
That won’t let me cry
Make me high
The limit is the sky
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