I wish I could go to the kitchen Turn on the skillet Fry some hashbrowns for both of us Grab two Dr. Pepper's out of the fridge Return to the bed with the cream plates Set them in front of you And you'd ignore them until I was under the white sheets And into your arms I would go With such strength and a gentle feeling at the same time You'd plant a kiss on my hair Crack open the soda with a fizz And I'd smile...Birth sign: Libra
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