Okay, I wrote this in year 8 for a laugh!

Yes I see it, in your eyes, a little twinkle, deep inside

but the thing, that strikes me most, is the way, you make me toast

so we're walking, walking hand in hand

and I say, whats for lunch my man

and you say, its the thing that you love most

and I say which is and you say to-oast

You're hair is wild, like a racoon, you're face is pale, shines like the moon

you're eyes are green, I love them most, but not as much, as your french toast

so we're walking, walking hand in hand

and I say, whats for lunch my man

and you say its the thing that you love most

and i say which is and you say

not me...

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