Mwah!

Before I begin the explanation, make a pretty picture, make a red literature description.

I know that I will fight for you.

I know that I will participate in any competition.

If the price was you.

I will go to any land to compose a sentence that will fully capture your essence.

I will spare zero expense because you cannot sense that bachelor degree or master's.

I'm already a bachelor, so can my bachelor already.

Government, he don't pass it already.

Say your love will not be crime.

Say your love will not be felony.

But the marriage can't slow.

Make it they can't sell us already.

So many damn butterflies in my tummy.

I want to open up, I want to show you up, I want to show you the amount of love where I get.

If you don't feel love, be left home by scares.

If you don't feel love, sound zero.

I could be your number one hero, still I ain't that scared.

Amount of love where I possess, it be get past the waiting, I go fit to profess.

Eagle Phillips, I'm zero I could be your number one hero Silla and Takasuke, yeah

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I need my kids.

I need a doctor where I can cure my cancer.

But then it's only you that can treat me better.

And I'm still waiting for your call-up letter If you post me, I'm not going to redeploy Yeah, you know the city boy I'm already a bachelor, so come and bash it up already Government, it's done, pass it up already

Say your love will not be crime Say your love will not be felony But the marriage can't slow Make it they can't sell us already So many damn butterflies in my tummy I wanna open up I wanna show you up I wanna show you The amount of love way I get If you feel I be loving but scarce

If you don't fill up San Siro, I could be your number one hero.

Till I enter Gascay, I'm out of love where I possess.

If you keep passing, wait till I go for your profess.

If we fill up some Ciro, I could be your number one hero, C-line and Takasuke, yeah

Thank you.

The amount of love in which I possess It be keep passing with sin I go fit to profess My baby teaching me to love, she my professor

And also my mother confessor Before I begin the explanation Make up in the picture Make I write literature Describing my future with you

So for baby, I pass it on