Her gravity make me feel light-headed
Small-talk turns to dust in my mouth
She doesnt know that Im already
thinking bout how Im gonna make her look my way
But she smiles at herself in mirrors
A little too often these days
Maybe Im unbalanced
The way she walks, my God shed get it
All my friends reckon she is oh so fine
But the way I talk when Im speaking near her
She must think I crawled out of the sea today
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