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Wish I could take credit for the masterpiece
In front of me
But the god that created your perfection
Had no second guessing
It's a wonder there's no mass production
"all-you" collection.
When you look in the mirror you see
So many imperfections
What a shame baby
You really think mother nature's that
Reckless
The sky's on your side
I can tell by the way it lights up your eyes
Inside those tiny galaxies
Awaits the silver lining to my clouds
One look from you
I'm aroused
I'm here to speak truth
So let me write stories
With my tongue
You can't tell me what we do
Is wrong
We make love
The way singers write
Songs
Your body belonging
To my fingertips
I control the melody
1..2..3
I want to watch you undress
All that lusciousness
Rolled into one beauty
It's your lucky century
God decided he'd recruit me-
He knew I'd have you love sprung
Satisfying my thirst
I was sent to you
But your my angel
Walking this earth
A woman so glorious
She hardly needs words
Written By: Desir'ee Chavez
