|  I looked at a sweet, beautiful rose, and then I looked at you, and I kept looking at you, for the rose isn't as beautiful as you.
'til death do us apart',
im sayin dis tru fwom d hart,
lurve is no piece of art,
neither it is a joke of a fart.
It shines as a blazing sun,
it weighs owh wut a ton,
it tingles my evry nerve,
dis is wut dae call lurve.
The day we met,
dat wuz by chance,
but da relationship we had,
wuz more den we cud sense.
Adam and Eve did it, Anthony and Cleopatra pracised it, Romeo and Juliet died for it, King Solomon sinned for it, so what would you do for love????
I reali do care n i wana b dere,
n u can take me anywhere,
stay wif me n il letchu c,
in my hart ul owez b.
Owh boi u noe u got me tinkin bout u,
wen i reali wanna noe wud u luv me too,
wud u lemme noe coz my hart is tru,
baby wen i c ur face i wana b witchu.
Mesmerize me in ur tender lovin care,
Staring in the eyes of sum-one so rare,
Dat special feeling i cant bear,
Weneva u want me il owez b dere.
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