My motor cortex goes on
My motor cortex goes on the frits when my
Occipital lobes detect you.
Running through my head all day
Gives me a rush of serotonin too.
Activating my sympathetic nervous system every time
Never leaving my LTM, it should be a crime
Will you be my Valentine?
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