Ive got the Midas touch, but only when we hold hands.
Whenever you let go, I turn to brass.
Ive got more patience then a hospital for you,
Your pinocchio nose has got me in the ICU.
Your magic carpet ways has you sweeping the rug from under me.
I should trust you less but your eyes make me weak.
I can stand being invisible but i cant stand worthy of your pedestal.
Im waiting for the other shoe to drop and tap dance on my chest.
You are too good to be the best.
I dont want this fairytale to end, my pumpkin guts are spilled to the floor.
Im yours...
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