And he’s telling me he’ll never harm me, and he’s whispering how wonderful this is
And I tell him that I love him, and I tell him I’ll be true
And I’ve said these things to other boys, but right now the old words feel so new
And I ask him “how did I get so lucky? I didn’t even have to try”
“I don’t know,” he says, “I’m nothing special, I’m just some guy.” — I like this ship, it’s weird but fitemeboutit
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