so who would have guessed the night
Baby, why do you have a knifeI didnʼt mean it, I love you, your my wife
lets talk about this
all things are possible with God in the mix
Put it down and give me hug
All I wanna do is Love
this argument got way out of order
It was my fault, sort of
but thatʼs doesʼt matter
I move slow as if I instantly gotten fatter
Was it the attention, was it my tone, could it be the money I would give all up if you will still be my honey
Let me hold you, no more mourning
Cause joy is coming in the morning
by Shane O'Garro
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