Faye is a ball of laughter and joy.
Faye is too energetic and enthusiastic.
Faye is too noisy and talkative.
Faye is none of the girls I could have had.
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But she's the girl that I want.
But she's the girl that brought a flick of gladness.
But she's the girl who made me stop.
But she's the girl I'm willing to work for.
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I'm an athlete, and she never haves patience for this.
She reads and that's something I surely have no patience on.
I'm allergic to seafoods, probably the only common denominator.
She sings and I can't carry a tune.
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For love came like a ball of fire in her laughter.
For love came like a ringing bell in her noise.
For love came in the energy she brought that could make me score goals.
For love came in a girl I never thought that would arrive.
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She's the flick of happiness I am missing.
I could be the equalizer to her busy life.
She's my gatorade. The thirst quencher.
We could be each others flick of happiness.
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My vocabulary spells love as happiness.
So I took it all and went up to her.
"Hi Faye. Can I speak to you about my happiness?"
And you beamingly replied, "WHAT? Me? ARE YOU SPEAKING TO ME?"
