She.
She.
I don’t know how I got her
But I intend to keep her
I won’t lose her if it’s the last thing I do
Imagine the most average person you can
Shit, from their tests to their blood type; everything’s a B
Now wave Hello because you’re looking at me
Now imagine someone who’s not average
They’re way above
A compassionate fire brand
A fine mess at her worst
And awfully pretty at her best
So elegant
So intelligent
Now that’s her
Now hopefully you can understand my initial confusion
Because I’m at a loss as to how I got her
Now she’s certainly going places
I hope she lets me tag along
That’s why I can’t live without Kenzie
She’s everything to me and everyone around her
All that and she could rock a coconut bra in case we are on that island you mentioned
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