My Heart
Poking each other on Facebook
Then going to the same school
I ain’t going to lie when I first met you I hated you
But it was something that kept you close
Talking on the phone at night and you doing the most
Jumping on the hood of your mother car like I was a fool
You should have known we was going to be boo’s
Now look at us our love has no rules
It’s taking us places higher then the moon
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