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Just call me honey,
I don't want any money,
I'm about to blow,
I don't want this love to be slow,
Every Time I see your face,
My heart is like a race,
I'm fighting for your heart,
I don't wanna be apart,
If your blinded by this love,
Then I will go above,
I want your hug,
For me, your like an addictive drug.

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