There’s a hunger deep inside of me
That only you can cure.
A wanting and a needing
For a love that’s rare and pure—
For you’re that special someone
Who is meant to spend with me
A happy-ever-after.
An immense eternity—
My message-in-a-bottle—this is my
Midnight call-to-arms.
Whatever will it take to win
Your heart—I have but charm.
I’m not sure what that counts for but I
Do have it in spades
And wit, my love, with wit I shall
Conclude this love crusade.
Hasten with the fervor of a
Queen seeking a King
Who's cornered every suitor
And found them all lacking.
Find me in the corner
Of a Honky Tonk on Broad.
I’ll be there standing nervously
With wit and charm but flawed.
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