.Had a northern lad, well not exactly had.
He moved like the sunset, God who painted that.
First he loved my accent. How his knees could bend.
I thought we'd be okay, me and my molasses.
But I feel something is wrong?
But I feel this cake just isn't done.
And don't say t.
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