I found the spot where truth echoes and know each beauty mark by heart.
But I just can't keep her still enough to render perfect art.
'Cause the truth is ever changing
and although she loves my touch,
I've had my way, but I when I pray,
she kisses back too much.
I try not to fight the parts of me that want to kiss her back.
Egos should be illegal. Mine just don't know how to act.
He tells me I don't need her. I should walk this path alone.
She's make believe. She's up my sleeve. I'd do better with a clone.
But could it be? It seems to me that she's my other half.
My inner-tarzan monkey girl, raised mainly by giraffes.
And besides she makes me laugh. 'Cause deep down I think she's stupid
. But deeper down, I'm just a clown starting bar room brawls with cupid.
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