Your smile makes it possible
to iron out the etched scars of my heart
into a plain piece of clothing
to wrap it around your naked skin.

Oh how it cures my heart
I cannot describe.
But my heart seems light
And wishes to fly away
to a distant fairyland of
Just you and me...

Now that you have accepted me,
Why do you still coy?
To lure me in, For what?
To trap me, But for what?
I am already caged, I am already chained
Free and flying!

Oh my, oh my
God forbid,
I am sorry, I am sorry
Yes, yes,
I am coming, I am coming,
Hold your lips, love
I don't believe it's real.

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