In the hustle of being prominent
Speculations on being salience
the heart jumbles up to be the clown
you my heart always falls for her
Bustle in the working
The strict one in the workplace
becomes tsundere with you nearby
you my heart just falls with her thought
Not the fault of the eyes
Stay a little longer in the sight
let freight be carried all over to brain
you my heart just falls for her look
The silk over her tanned body
Magnetic look from her eyes
That small separation between her lips
Enough for this heart to fall for her
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