Keshia

Believe in what I believe

I'm a lucky man,

Believe in what you carry,

you're a lucky girl.

When we meet and believe

we'll meet again,

that the baby face beauty

walking around cutely,

looking tenderly

as I stare wildy,

poor me,lucky me,

I believe,you have to,

we ought to,

not today,it's Saker day.

Not this way,

not over snails,

you make me want to.

I do,now I love snails,

still not today.

I'm a lucky man,

a fortnight in another

town in another dress,

a long walk from

a bad test,

near home,a sm...