Jessica
Jessica
“Oh, Jessica,
Oh, oh, oh
Sweet, sweet Jessica.
Your eyes are like looking through an open field.
And seeing us playing together.
Hey, don’t say.
We just may.
We can go sit on a stack of hay.
Hay has resembled of your hair.
Oh, your eyes.
Those crystal green eyes were ever so pretty.
How could I forget about those?
I knew you were my soulmate when I look into those eyes.
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