the funky tale of miss j

have I said this enough
you’re the best, I confess
the queen of cheesy tunes
though you don’t like the name
I don’t mind, it’s true

I need hours to come down
from the clouds you put me on
when we meet and talk
the clock slows to a halt
while time moves on so strong
it moves on, and we along

I can’t wrap my head around
what you’re doing to me
you burn all my fuses out
and it feels like supposed script

my head feels light
with a strong sight
I can’t do more than
to write this down

intense and strange
never felt this way before
wouldn’t trade that for
any other feeling in the world

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