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I think it was, two years ago since we first met, you were, small, shy bow tied at the back of your red head, I spoke softly, gently as we'd never spoke before, sexy, in your own little way. You werent on my mind when i opend the door, nor on my mind when they counted the score, we'd just lost together. But it was the start of all of this, and i thank you 4 being there, through all of it. two years of feelings exploded in colour now all i want is that girl as my lover. trouble is i waited 2 long now im stiing here regreting it, writing a poem for you. no longer too shy, or too giggly, the girl i first met, but now a matured sculptor, with her gorgeous red head, still, so beatuifully evolved i wonder, if your real may we laugh on still, through the thick and thin, and may u continue to prickle my skin, i hope, one day all this is worth it. and one may we grow untill finally one day, your beauty is full, and the butterfly, can fly away Aus Songtexte Mania