As she sleeps
I fly aroud her
Doing things I never could
I don't want to see your eyes of desolation, doctor...
Then she softly can feel me
When I'm walking on her back
I said back to sleep, my baby
Don't stop dreaming on my bed
Well I'm flying to conquert you
And for you I spread my wings
I'm depressed because she doesn't like my voice
But someday maybe she sees me
And just swallow me at once
Something's telling me not to believe my chances
But
I'll be kind
Iwill whisper on her ear
I'll be smart
Giver her flowers and a poem
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