Angel

Kipperoni
May 29
1 min read

Oh shy, little angel,

Don't hide behind your bangs.

Embrace your country roots.

A voice rightfully deserved.

Oh sweet, little angel.

Let that smile shine through.

Don't let them scuff your boots.

And don't ever leave your hat.

Oh forgetful, little angel.

Do you remember my name?

Or the black headband?

Darling, what about quesadilla?

Oh wonderful, little angel.

Could you ever like me?

That voice and smile.

Your humor my dear.

Oh shy, little angel.

That sweet, little angel. Little rascal, little angel.

My angel, little and darling

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