patrick cruz

You take my breath awayFrom mile awayHair, twice as niceSmile is your make up, angelic faceYou light up the entire placeCaptured my attentionCan’t help but stare at your perfectionso charming, You will set the red carpet on fireWith that amazing attireBest dress among the restPretty girls are envy in your beautyAnd one of a kind personality

You take my breath awayFrom mile awayHair, twice as niceSmile is your make up, angelic faceYou light up the entire placeCaptured my attentionCan’t help but stare at your perfectionso charming, You will set the red carpet on fireWith that amazing attireBest dress among the restPretty girls are envy in your beautyAnd one of a kind personality

– patrick cruz –

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