The First Song on the T Yape You Make Her

You are the only good suggestion. Truth in an age of question. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you. So bad for you. The naughty what nots for you. A deep soft spot for you. I wasn't sure how I should tell you, and all my other ideas fell through. This is the best way I could tell you... you look like Love. So just pop it in and play. I'll be around in a couple of days to find out if you feel the same way. You look like Love. There is no greater weapon than her name. No chemical toxin quite the same.