All-American dream

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Every night I find myself crying in bed
I think about her and how perfect she is
Her eyes shine brighter than the crescent
Her lips, as perfect as can be
Her hair falling down her back like water from a waterfall
Her face, as sweet as anyone can imagine
Her hips move perfectly fine
Just like her cheeks turn pink sometimes
She's got a smile that lights up the eclipse
Her voice, just like an angel
Her hands seem to be soft
Like her soul seems as well
The way she acts
The way she thinks
The way she moves
The way she sings
Everything about her seems perfect to me
Perfect as can be
A perfect all-American dream

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