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A
Perfect Stranger
A mysterious man,
a mysterious face
Whenever I see him,
my heart begins to race
The first time he talked,
I couldn’t speak
& the first time we kissed
my knees got so weak
I guess that he & I
are meant to be
At least that’s what my heart
keeps telling me
I wish I could tell him
how I really feel
But if my heart gets broken
I know I’ll never heal
I know I’ve found him-
the man of my dreams
A perfect stranger
or so it seems…
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