Maggie
Maggie paints her nails red
The only Thing i think
is about how much i want them
Wrapped around my neck
Wrapped in my head
The only thing i think
Is being home with her
Wrapped around her waist
Wrapped in my bed
Thats how much my love grows
Everyday for her
Thats how much deeper it goes
Everyday it gets worst
New york city tales
Of juliet on sundays
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