They can say what ever they want "Northern star" i am sit sit here and your brush hair nothing unmanly about it ..what do they know about it... its our thing you and me ...you speak your mind i listen .. then you make that sound that sound like purras like i gave you a souls pain cure its pure , you kiss me upside down i guess to you my lips are your crown the here the now ... love is a verb not noun its force not a sound.
Woman
may our day begin with me rolling over
in the morning and telling you thank you million men in the world and you
picked me it aint always got be that I picked
you, sometimes the blade grass does pick the dew the dew picks the blade
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