I don't know what magic you have
or any genie that you rub
I don't know what things you grab,
on you, why my heart fall in love?
You never pass on my standard
but you never felt so tired
you always wait to be hired
that's why your always on guard
I know pretty good
that even I am rude
you did all you could
just to ride on my mood
Maybe all those things makes me love you
I lie to my self even it's true
Sorry for being unfair to you
Until now you never have a clue.
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