i duck left,
roll right
i swing back
and forth, my path
true north
no shot
hits goal
a master
in controle
and then,
caught off guard,
losing balance,
o so arrogant
your charm
hitting my heart
once, twice
three, four times
damn, i think i need
to make you mine
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