There is something about you that makes me stare
From me looking into your eyes to me focusing on your hair
I hate to see you leave, but I love to see you walk away
So when you say talk to you later I beg you to stay
There is something about holding you at night
When I wake in the morning and you're in my arm you feel so right
Even when you're rude and a little bit whinny
I really don't mind cause your built so tiny
Your just my size my personal black Barbie
We argue bout petty things hardly
If there was a way for us I know we would
Either way there is nothing wrong thinking on things that are good
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