mine.
mine.
you look too divine,
oh so fine.
sometimes i wish i could rewind the time,
and get in my right mind,
to find more and more ways..
to make you, mine.
mine,
over the time i wanna wine and dine.
i wanna roll over in the morning,
waking up to a little sunshine..
and seeing your face.
i look over at you and smile
"all mine".
mine, all mine..
from a far, it looks like a danger sign
but the closer you get
it's almost like looking into an angel's eye.
mine.
like kanye said
it's bittersweet.
and you're gonna be the death of me.
i love you and hate you at the very same time.
my heart, it's like you gave it a brand new design
walk down the street
hands intertwined
after all this time
i'd still be proud to call you mine.
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