Roses are red
Violets are blue
I might drop dead
because all I want is you.
You make me smile.
When no one else can.
But every one in awhile.
We are trapped in a white creeper van.
You probably think this is some crush of mine
But you’d be mistaken
I’m with her almost all the time
And I’m sorry boys, but she’s taken.
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