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Always covered mouth
Self-consciously drawn out
You're everything I like
Like a God spun you up from his very own mind
To be mine
Oh, to be mine
Seems oh-so out of line
Somebody so fine
And I can only speak
In tongues which touch tequila
The conversation weakens
But you still want to keep it
Somebody so pretty could only have the name of a flower
And a flower so pretty, I want to remember
