I just want to look in your eyes and see all that you have looking back at me, i think tonight i love you ..... i love you
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francesca moore francesca:
Comparisons are easily done, once you've had a taste of perfection Like an apple hanging from a tree I picked the ripest one, i still got the seed You said move on, where do I go I guess second best is all I will know, Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you....... You're like an Indian summer, in the middle of winter Like a hard candy, with a surprise center How do I get better, once I've had the best