Thinking About You
Roses are red, violets are blue, I don't want anyone else, because I like you. Your smile, your laugh, your smell, when I'm with you, I feel swell. During the weekend,It's you I miss, all I want is a little kiss. Sitting here, I thought just maybe, I would let you know I was thinking about my baby.
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