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A big heart
I ain't got a woman to call my own;
I ain't got her ringing on my phone.
I ain't got her picture; I ain't got her time.
All I have left to use is a word that rhymes.
It’s such a shame that love hates me,
When all I wanted was to give her everything.
All I ever wanted was to hear her say;
I love you today.
I want to hear this every single day.
She's my morning glory, my reason to be;
She couldn't hear me when I tried so hard to speak.
But if she just knew how I fell for her,
I'm sure things would change and it would all become a blur.
So let's rearrange things to my benefit;
I tried everything I could, but I could never write a hit.
She's my wonder woman, my pride and joy;
To her I'm not even a memory of a foolish boy.
Cry into the wind and let the tears fly away;
I can never have her in my arms, so I just kneel down and pray.
Won't you please hear my words and what I have to say?
I have to tell you how I feel because I'm turning to grey.
If you leave here now without these words in your mind;
Then the two of us shall lose out and this kind of love we’ll never find.
It’s unique to you and me, some call it destiny;
But I would never be so bold to call it anything but sweet.
You’re the cutest thing I have ever seen;
You smile diamonds behind those eyes and make me feel ever green.
I’m so jealous of those who are not worthy of your love;
So come lay in fields of clover with me and we can become us.
You’re my motivation to clear my mind
And all I’m asking for is just a moment of your time.
If you give it to me, then I will love you always;
I swear this from my broken heart to the end of days.
If you love me now, I will be your light,
In a world so dark sometimes; I wanna be your knight.
I want to shine with you like you shine alone;
I want you to know you are loved and you must never feel alone.
You’re my future memories, or the one that got away;
All I need you to hear is what I’m desperate to say.
I want to be your lover for the rest of your life;
Because I believe in you I could truly confide.
Beauty’s my starting pistol;
Attraction leads me to you.
Now if love can become real;
Maybe I could call you my boo.
Or call you my lover,
Or call you my girlfriend.
All I wanna do I call you so we can meet again.
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