Asked where I want to be
Simple answer, forever free Then asked, what do I mean Well simple, don’t you see An ephemeral flee Is not perpetual glee For to reach perpetual glee You must fall in love, naturally sweet So where do I want to be Inside your arms, 360 degrees My future in you my queen bee Just us, just you and me.
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