Its all written in the books,
I write these song yet there's no hooks.
They usually consist of you,
This perfect man I see through the hue.
The being always in my dreams,
But yet this is what it seems.
That you might be just messing with me,
If this is true this is what you'll be.
A man without a precious girl,
To hold in this heartless world.
So be silent as I sing this to you,
The man that seems to love me too.
Don't mess with love don't mess with me,
Because stars are what you'll see.

 
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