It’s Your Fault I Like You


I like the way you walk,
the way you swing your hips,
And the way you smile,
it makes breathing hard,
And you talk as if you’re trying to capture a heart every time you open your lips,
You’re pretty amazing ‘sweets’,
like apostles I’ll follow in one accord,
And if it was enough that you are all that and a bag of chips,
That time you hugged me I’ll never forget,
So good I felt, so good it hurts,
Hold up did you forget,
Oh honey I’m sorry,
I only dreamt,
Of you.

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