Category : Poems

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There she goes again,
Next time she walks by,dont just stand.
And when she smiles-mmm mm mmm,
Turns my whole world,in the palm of her hand.
There's something about her I just can't point too.
There's some type of presence about her,the way she moves......
I know who you talking bout.
She walks by every day.
You know that beauty is her name.
She's so fine,the stars at gaze
Sun kiss her skin,she smile to say hey.
But she has no time...
Beauty on my mind...
The same girl that walks by...
every single day.
What makes you think that she is the one
Call it a love stop light,ya know
What makes you think that she is the one?
Call it a love stop light,ya know