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The morning, in front of my mirror
This morning, in front of my mirror
I see a man tired and not marvellous
Withered skin, unshaved and anxious
Because I must see you and be better
After a shower, when I dream of you
I should be more acceptable for you
But I don't love my body, my height
Too short and what about my weight!
But...
But...
When I'm arrived just in front of you
I become a true young man, for you
My eyes are suddenly opened, lively
Because I'm just seeing you, lovely
My shy smile is attracting your glance
And then, just at this time, you dance
Around my body to show me your surprise
And you are wonderful as the sunrise
Then...
Then...
Suddenly, you are in my strong arms
And what happens under your charms
When I feel your heart beating hardly
On my skin, your breast is so sweetly
When I smell your elegant perfume
All my heart has a supersonic boom
And I need to carry you suddenly
On the sofa to make love tenderly
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