When it rains, it pours
And when she flies,she soars
She makes me really high
Like ganja stuffed in blueberry pie
This feeling seems to be surreal
Like a fat kid refusing a chocolate treat
I love spending time with her
Its like riding in the back of a phantom coupe car
And when it dawns that I have to part
I hope and I wish but for a moment longer it would last
There is no confusion,she is who i desire
For everything in these lines it is she who inspires
It seems cupid holds a magazine and not a quiver
For I was shot eight times and now I shiver
But like a cat I reserve my nineth life
And when she flies,she soars
She makes me really high
Like ganja stuffed in blueberry pie
This feeling seems to be surreal
Like a fat kid refusing a chocolate treat
I love spending time with her
Its like riding in the back of a phantom coupe car
And when it dawns that I have to part
I hope and I wish but for a moment longer it would last
There is no confusion,she is who i desire
For everything in these lines it is she who inspires
It seems cupid holds a magazine and not a quiver
For I was shot eight times and now I shiver
But like a cat I reserve my nineth life
Because this is what I will share with her on cloud nine
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