It should be a crime,
That you make me giddy,
My stomach flips,
And you're not around.
You make me want to fly,
To sing,
And mostly dance.
And now I have to go and fight a battle,
Politics.
You have a firecracker,
And she doesn't have the time
To say all she wants to.
But know there is a lot more
Where this came from.
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