Gatepass

Excuse me lady, if I may, take this thought and send it your way, if you don’t like it, then send it right back.

I feel like I need a new girl in my life! Yes I do.

I am under much pressure, three billion women in the world trying to fit in,
It is a cruel world with your kind but I will take my chances,
Water the grass so I may have my greener end you way,
And approach, for a gatepass to your heart.

There is no single day that goes by without thinking of you,
I am feeling you girl, I really wanna get close to you, I really do,
Allow me a gatepass to you.

My thoughts have been stuck on you, like this feeling deep inside my soul,
You've been on my mind; I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time just thinking of you,
God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go,
You're the only one that I want,
I don't know why I'm scared; I've been here before,
Every feeling, every word, I've imagined it all,
A pass to your lovely self is all I pray for.

With no limits that’s what I need all the time,
A gatepass so I may pay you a visit whenever.

The smile on your face even though your heart is frowning, makes me believe that nicer things are yet to be,
We could be starving,
We could be homeless,
We could be broke,…and lots more,
With you, we don’t need wings to fly, just take my hand and we’ll get there.

I will be your platinum,
I will be your silver,
I will be your gold,
I will be your soldier fighting for you every second of the day,
With a gatepass to your heart, I’ll be all you’ll ever need and much more.

I know it ain't easy giving up your heart,
Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms,
Come on and give me a chance; the gatepass to your heart,
To prove I am the one who can walk that mile,
Until the end starts.

Make my wall of fame; let me have the gatepass to your heart.

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