I am a January baby and l am so imaginary
Will February give me my beloved Valentine
I imagine him wearing glasses and his lashes so black and watery
I took this daiquiri to feel irie, wait these candle berries smells so nice
You have this extraordinary look
The fairy look, l mean the Taylor Perry look
The look that made Carey to sing touch my body
Your lips drip mulberries and creamy dairy
Your touch reach to the arteries
In your warm arms, l can sing oh Holy Mary all-day
Is your tongue made of jelly?
Oh snap l want the style they call missionary
Are you still in my imaginations because l already see our loins having a deep conversation
Imaginary guy l hope one day we will marry…
My Imaginary Guy

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