Him again, I'll not stop
Sprained his fingers has epilepsy Fell out of a cab but hasn't fallen for me Doesn't like ketchup or coleslaw I do like ketchup but I like him more He loves fish so do I We'd be so perfect together I just wanna cry We work together but I work more I only enjoy it when he walks through the door I remember the moment I fell in love He looked quite dapper But some weeks later though he met a Geordie slapper
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