her light
They'll talk about her chest, her hips, her waist, her thighs But what I'm really about is her smile or the shine in her eyes How they look right into my heart and past the lies I'm the moth to her light, nothing like these other flies But she doesn't know, I'm just another guy Whose probably here to play games but she doesn't understand why Im the one who'll never say goodbye
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