She hasn't got a clue the way I do feel about her in every way If I could just say what she means to me why can't she see I'd treat her so well and not put her through hell I'd spoil her rotton I'd be soft as cotton If only she knew But she hasn't a clue And I find it hard to say That I'm loving her every day.Birth sign: Leo
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