You and me are like cigarette and coffee.

in the early of December

a moment will last forever

when i asked her, to be my girl

the only thing that I wish

i hope she will be my princess

the one who will wipe my tears

give me a kiss, one last kiss

like a cigarette and coffee in the morning

we can not be separated

with you i wil be completed

you are the reason i breathe

so please stay till the death

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