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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