You Make Me
Your eyes, your eyes,
make my stomach go butterflies.
Your hair, your hair,
Makes me want to stare.
Your smile, your smile,
makes me want to fly.
Your words, your words,
makes me get all shy.
Your style, your style,
makes me want you all mine.
You, You,
make Me fly out of my shoes.
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