The graceful touch made it happen
The look must be something
But is it the real thing?
Because you are my everything
Desire starts when you appreciate
It may depreciate but linger
And may end with a ring in your finger
Or even exaggerate your anger
Trust is all we need
Don’t start to plead
I have this special bead
Oh common can’t you read?
But no matter what happens
I have my pen
Forget about Ben
Get in the den and be my number ten
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