My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why I always wake up screaming.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss, but I only slept with you because I was pissed
I thought that I could love no other -- That is until I met your brother.
I want to feel your sweet embrace; But don't take that paper bag off your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -- Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My love, you take my breath away. What have you stepped in to smell this way?
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