ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᶦⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ
ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ⁿᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᶠʳᵉˢʰ
ᵂᵃⁿᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ʷᵉᵃʳᶦⁿᵍ ˡᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ
ᴮᵉᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ, ˡᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᵃˢᵗᵉ ᵗᵉˢᵗ
ᴵ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵈ ᵉʸᵉˢ, ᵇᵃᵈ ᵍᵘʸˢ
ᴹᵒᵘᵗʰ ᶠᵘˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᶦᵗᵉ ˡᶦᵉˢ
ᴷᶦˢˢ ᵐᵉ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳʳᶦᵈᵒʳ
ᴮᵘᵗ ᵠᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ
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He's the only one that I got, he's mine. And I want to be with him. Being away from him drive me nuts and bei...