The Cure
Take your clothes off
O my darling
Let me wash them for you
Everyday, you show me
Real Love and what it's like, to feel loved
A butterfly Once told me
Naked eyes have no patience :
Caterpillar is what I used to be
Earth was tolerant, it let me develop
TOLERANCE, is the key
He is always drunk
She is always cranky
But tolerance cures
The "relationfection"
With tolerance
Comes affection!
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