Heart on my sleeve...
I wear my heart on my sleeve,But baby can't you see,
That I really and truly am,
The angel of destruction.
I think about the look on your face,
On that very special day,
When you professed your love for me,
While down on a bended knee.
You have captured my heart,
May we never be torn apart.
Don't take my wounded mind
And be anything but kind.
Continute to treat me like a queen
and you will definetly see
That baby, this is all I can be,
When I wear my heart on my sleeve.
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