After each Sunday service, I fall deeper.
Am I wrong for feeling this way?
My eyes see the pinnacle of beauty, and it’s you.
I’ve touched each corner on the atlas.
But that makes no difference, girl you’re the baddest!
Mild chocolate on ya skin.
Got me feeling like this girls gats IT!
Hold on girl, this shit about to get deep.
You don’t know how I admire how you do you.
Even an atheist could feel heaven around you.
Excuse me for my naivety.
It’s not everyday you meet a girl who lacks vanity.
I’ve got no clue.
I guess this is my way of telling you.
I’m so into you.