I wish I was your favourite girl, I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile, I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.
Cause you're the apple to my pie
You're the straw to my berry
You're the smoke to my high
You can be the prince and I can be your princess Cause you are the butterflies I feel in my belly
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