Some days
there's nothing much to say,
Love songs,
she always likes to play.
Some days
there's nothing much to do,
She lays
by him, with a sweet coo.
Some days
there's nowhere much to go,
On streets
Drive, as one, in slow-mo.
Some days,
there's nothing much to see,
Packed bags,
Lets jump, in sinful glee.
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