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Bound To Be
When will you begin to see?
That you're a perfect match for me
Like two pods in a pea,
We fit into a perfect T
Cup of tea, no fee, thank God love is free.
One hundred percent guarantee.
Whenever you're around, I fail to be me.
I stumble around, tripping on debris
So instead, I listen to my mp3.
One, two, three
I feel my heart, beating with glee
Why is it difficult to make you agree?
Do I have to confess or plea?
I know it sounds wrong but I want to be your abductee.
It's true in some degree,
I want your name and mine to be up on a marquee
What is it again? Jesse? Mckey? Marie?
Gotcha, just kidding, wait. . .do you even know me?
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Jesson Rata
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