I hate to be the anchor of the old news
But I still I feel
it's worth noting you're beautiful
If it wasn't for shutting down my imagination
We would have already tried different positions
I already know you will say no
I just owe it to my heart to feed my curiosity
Feels like a busy national lottery day
And I'm in front of an endless queue
One day could be today
So I had to thatha machance
You ain't excused to throw puns
I joined the line ready to face the music
Blow by blow
For I am already blown away
I hate to be the anchor of the old news
But I still I feel
it's worth noting you're beautiful
If it wasn't for shutting down my imagination
We would have already tried different positions
I already know you will say no
I just owe it to my heart to feed my curiosity
Feels like a busy national lottery day
And I'm in front of an endless queue
One day could be today
So I had to thatha machance
You ain't excused to throw puns
I joined the line ready to face the music
Blow by blow
For I am already blown away
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