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I lifted my head and saw her face
So much beauty had filled this place
The room stood still and became real quiet
This feeling I had man you should try it
I told myself this was my shot
I cleared my head and smoked some pot
I walked right up with a handful of sweat
I tell you it was love right when we met
Her eyes lit up with streaks of blue
The butterflies I had I swear I flew
I took her hand and helped her up
She came with and left her cup
We went outside and began to talk
Within seconeds our eyes would lock
The rest of the night had felt so right
She didn't want to leave my sight
The time had come and she had to
leave
She softly grabbed the top of my sleeve
She leaned on in and kissed my cheek.
My knees would buckle and become real weak
I gave her a hug and she started to leave
Finally at last I was able to breathe
As she was leaving she looked back at me
And that was the moment I knew I had fell in love with Lindsay Lee
-loky
So much beauty had filled this place
The room stood still and became real quiet
This feeling I had man you should try it
I told myself this was my shot
I cleared my head and smoked some pot
I walked right up with a handful of sweat
I tell you it was love right when we met
Her eyes lit up with streaks of blue
The butterflies I had I swear I flew
I took her hand and helped her up
She came with and left her cup
We went outside and began to talk
Within seconeds our eyes would lock
The rest of the night had felt so right
She didn't want to leave my sight
The time had come and she had to
leave
She softly grabbed the top of my sleeve
She leaned on in and kissed my cheek.
My knees would buckle and become real weak
I gave her a hug and she started to leave
Finally at last I was able to breathe
As she was leaving she looked back at me
And that was the moment I knew I had fell in love with Lindsay Lee
-loky
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