That girl, like something of a poster,
That girl is a dime, they say,
That girl is a gun to my holster,
She's running through my mind all day.
...
Doing things I never do,
I'm in the kitchen cooking things she likes,
We're real worldwide, breaking all the rules,
Someday I wanna make you my wife.
...
Shawty's like a melody in my head,
That I can't keep out, got me singing like,
Na na na na, everyday,
Like my iPod's stuck on replay.
:)
So cute, right?
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