New Addiction

October 21, 2014

Baby, you make me smile.

You make me want to run a mile.

Maybe even let my responisibilities pile.

Baby, I wanna stick around for awhile.

Just for you, I will exile

all those who try to be hostile.

Baby, I can make it worthwhile.

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