When I first laid eyes on you, you looked at me, and the stars lined up. So I thought I’d heard from God, and I gave it my best shot. Loving you was like throwing a lasso around a tornado. I tried to hold on to you. Took a ride on a tilt-a-whirl that sits on top of the world. Man, I thought I could show you. I’ve always been afraid of flying, but you can’t blame a girl for trying.
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