This is the sweetest part
Before the chaos of reality coldly butts in
This is the sweetest part
Let it never end
Before this butterfly leaves my stomach
I'll forge a plan
I'll not let her go
I'll make a list
I'll forge a plan
1X bell jar
1X dose of cunning
1X jump around wildly
1X whatever it takes to foil her escape
She'll not get away
I'd rather smother her than let this feeling break free
Someone once said: "Set those that you love free!"
Well that someone sure as hell wasn't me
Was he drunk?
I'll disguise my love as hate
I'll dress up the snake
This pretty bird
Glue her wings
But I'll let her sing
She'll be my jailbird
and I'll promise her a jailor's ring
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