I can see through your beauty
I can see beyond all of my duty
I can see enough of us
As I ramble in a bus.
I can see you again my love
The only one in this waiting row
The perfect woman or dove
I can see now that I have grown.
I can see beyond all of my duty
I can see enough of us
As I ramble in a bus.
I can see you again my love
The only one in this waiting row
The perfect woman or dove
I can see now that I have grown.
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