Course hun I much prefer staying in the past with ya darling but sometimes I just wanna say precious instead of treasure but perhaps I'm just being fictitious right about now.
So just take all I ever say to your pretty little face with a grain of salt because the ends still meet at the start.
So don't call me Sir call me a Star make me feel like I'm on a level playing field because you glossed and shine so bright.
Like a fallen crescent catch and grab my faults and make me fool myself silly being near this phenomenon whom brought me off the ground level of earth's birth.
High past noon because I have been shooting for that beautiful sky but can't help falling over and over for you cause ya see honey I am that fool of a man stuck just love struck smiling at you my moon.