The sickle-shaped lonely moon accompanied by the lovely, shining star
Not a rich man, I'm not owning any condo
Do not have any black belt in taekwondo
Punches and kicks, not as fast as torpedo
My love for you is like a spinning tornado
Up and down like the Valleys of Colorado
Your voice is such a soothing accelerando
And your innocent eyes looking like a doe
Our first kiss tastes buttery like avocado...
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