I may not turn many heads,
When I walk down the street,
But when I walk in his house,
I bow my head,
I may not have fancy cars,
Or the best clothes,
But I know,
All I have is from him,
I might not be the funniest,
Or be the life of the party,
But he knows,
My Heart...
When the idea for this one came to mind, I couldn't resist it, we can all thank my mother and father for this sense of humor I posess, it's almost a sickness, ask Nicky!
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