Inside Information
It's not about the beauty
It's not about the look
It's all about the chapters
Making up your book
For all the things I learn you like
Are things that I like too
How easy it would be for me
If I could love on you
I never was a poet
I wrote some here and there
But now I write about you
Words come from everywhere
And if someday should happen
Those words will come alive
And then I'll get to show you
Not one word was contrived
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