You can the peanut butter to jelly
you can be the butterflies i feel in my belly
you can can be the captain
i can be your first mate
you can be the chills thats i feel on our first date
Cause your the apple to my pie
your th straw to my berry
your the smoke to my high
and your the one i wanna marry
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