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You can be the peanut butter to my jelly~

You caan be the butterfly I fill in my belly~

Yoou can be the captain and I can be the First mate~

You can be the chills that i Fill on our first date~

Your the apple to my pie~

Your the straw to my berry~

Your the smoke to my high~

Your thee one i want to marry~