Baby, you’re close to nothing.
This is love, the very least.
Or is this respect, the very least?
Heart beats, there’s yours and there’s mine.
None combine, none together.
Baby said, I should go...
Honey said, Baby, I know.
No offence,
None taken.
Every dreaming inside my soul.
It’s a life on its own, the very least.
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