Thinking about you before going to sleep
Telling you: Good Night, my tongue slips
Having a foul mouth, call me a black sheep
Call you on the phone, just hear a long beep
The only clue you left to me is your hair clip
Getting locked up in the dungeon's keep
I will save you from the mountain's deep
I can buy you a dinner, but not a ship
No roses, no wine and no tortilla chips
Maybe that is all about our friendship...
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