The soft, effortless stroke
The penitence she maintains though I’m broke
The confidence,
The allure she continues to exude
The fire, the attitude,
Keeps taking the unfaithful to school
Keep it up baby, that’s so cool

The worse it gets
The more she lets, she bets her tomorrow
The sorrow, to think she frets
I didn’t make a kill today
Still, the more she respects
Found her note in my coat that says
With you, my life is so, so cool

I used to wake sometimes in fear
She might be gone, she discerns
My concerns
Whispers in the cold dark, I’m right here
Her magic is familiar, the sheer
Rapture, capture this my dear
It's true baby, you are my cool.

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