7 t H e a v e n

I could feel everything,
Everything; just name it,
I read the news today,
I won the lottery;
of Becoming the happiest person on earth;
I made you smile

I saw the photographs,
A crowd of smiles framed up the picture,
A film made it all better,
I ran into the picture; I love to turn
you , from
The fields of corns to beds of roses;
On that note I'll fly high with you.

The music ran with me oh boy,
It made its beats and I made
moves,
Fell out of bed so out of control,
Your image keeps poppin
in my photograhic memory;
A crowd of smiles made up my mind,
I'm loving you like hell
and so a tale to tell.

Nothing like I would admit,
at any condition even if it would meant
being drunk;
Anyways little punk; your eyes
bond me to your soul;
Nothing close to a foul,
borrow me 50 dollars?
NO! is not what you say,
neither is YES!,
all you ever say is,
"I'd give you a hundred dollars
if you'd love me with all your heart
and never let me go no matter what
happens."

And I go, exterminate that 100 away;
hence you get it FOC.
You have my soul and heart now.