• I feel like I'm cursed
    But, not the bad kind
    The curse you put on me
    So you're always on my mind
    I've got to learn how to
    Keep my feelings under control
    Or it'll be as bad as
    A day old cinnamon roll
    I might've said it before
    But, you are my everything
    The world could be falling apart
    And we'd just talk about weird things
    I love you as much as
    Michael Jackson loves boys
    Whenever I'm around you
    I'm always filled with joy