I might write you a poem and make you cry,
Fly you around the world, on a long-haul flight
Hold you tight, in the middle of the night
When heavens roar, and lightning strikes
I might lose my cool, and start a fight
with a guy who looks at you in the wrong light
you might hate the fact Iā€™m the jealous type
but I only want to see my smile through your eyes


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