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Inspired by the shenanigans of yours truly and the boyfriend.

I want to drink mint tea and curl up in your lap

then spike it with your kiss

And laugh when you start to pump your fist,

as I trace your back like a map with hidden frickin' treasure

And pull you out to run around in the rain, laughing at the weather

I want to mash our lips together and sing along to sir Macklemore

And tell each other we'll be together a good while more

come school, come life

who knows one day you may be calling me wife

So you better be nice

and put my whiskey over ice when I wanna get drunk with you

No, lover

I'll never get bored with you.

The End

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