i knew from the moment i met him.
he was the one for me, not in a dream, hes my living fantasy
its something about his bright colored eyes, and his chapped lips.
he looked like a hippogriff, please tell me i am right.
he made me feel warm and fuzzy, and oh so fertile.
makes me ever so ill. his love is like a hurdle.
paul was sitting in a field, grabbing onto the string of his pants.
he saw me and he whispered "some day il take you to france."
he helped me when i couldnt tie my shoe
and now weeks later il be saying, "i do".
