He makes me laugh
When I don’t wish to smile
He makes me sing
He makes me fly
When he is with me
Everything can be achieved, can be won
When he is away
There’s nothing but dismay
When we’re not together
My heart longs for him
When we’re together
I fume, I fight, I scream
But he smiles
He calms me down
He entwines his fingers
With the rigid fingers of mine
How much do I love him, oh boy!
And, how much do I annoy? (Tell me)
We fight, we get restless
We cry
But he tells me, it’s fine
Do you know why?
(He says)
As long as the fight is for each other
As long as we are on war to be together..
It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine
I’m his, he is mine he is mine.

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