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There wouldnt be a point if we agreed
On all things said and done on feelings felt
And anyway they say hes suave shes svelte
I wouldnt coldly court the kin then breed
I harp on halves in hints your barriers heed
Your custom quirks of character as dealt
Via social pressure genes and past they melt
And meld together coupled come off creed
The honeymoon at end I mute my moan
About the flubs Ive rationalised rough
The worked up whinges based on grandiose guff
I envy easily your moves I own
Its me that mostly needs to change in pose
I barely can embrace it heaven knows
Chorus pose bearing mien