The Airs Breeze
You’re the most wonderful thing
I even love you in the spring
Without you air, I’d die.
You’re pretty great in the summer
Without you it would be a bummer
Without you air, I’d die.
I will still love you even if you bring destruction
I’ll just have to call people for construction
Without you air, I’d die.
Feeling you is the greatest pleasure when its boiling hot
You’re the only thing I got
Without you air, I’d die.
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