Love or liking?
Mary
Is it love or is it liking? I wanna say you're my king If only I knew a thing I would cover our love in pink All the night I would sing But what will this love bring? It might hurt me deep inside If my love becomes one-sided From before my fate's decided I'm just scared to be misguided Promise me that love is real It is your heart I will steal Wanna know, I love you still From this pain there is no pill From this break-up I will never heal Do you want me in your life If yes, then I can strive I will try to survive You will see that I'm alive I wish to become your wife I don't want to wait for you They always say trust a few And you know this well too If only this all was true It would be worth going through
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